He looked into the mirror. His hands by his side, his face slightly scrunched up. His fingers twitched and swayed from side to side. It was a strange sight. His pants didn't quite reach his socks and his jumper was two sizes too small for him. He didn't care, the mirror didn't care, only the … Continue reading Flash fiction: Mirror image
Flash fiction: Swirling nobodies
The atmosphere was palpable. The man who used big words to make himself look clever was speaking. I wanted to punch him. I would of but, I was listening to someone else. Someone who drank expensive wine and had a bad haircut. The whole feeling was stark, it wasn't realistic. Everyone was pretending. I wished … Continue reading Flash fiction: Swirling nobodies
Ben Brizell 