Today is the first ever National Flash Fiction Day and anyone familiar with this form will no doubt be celebrating by writing one or two pieces. After reading some tips and suggestions on the form I decided to have a go myself:
Pencil Tears
She's been kicked and shouted at. Her left leg hurts, a bandage is wrapped around her ankle. She looks down at the kitchen table. The little ones pencils and pictures are scattered, drawings of matchstick versions of family and friends with smiley faces and rosy cheeks. She sees herself. Small, plain - standing at the end of the line. She picks up a blue colouring pencil and draws tiny teardrops next to her right eye. The front door opens, she puts the pencil back and quickly hides the drawing beneath the others. The man of the house enters the kitchen. She smiles. He merely glances at her, throws his gym bag on the floor and leaves. She picks up the bag but doesn't know why.
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