“I don’t beg blokes. If you’re leaving, I’ll help you pack.”
Emma took what she overheard from the next table as advice. She stubbed out her cigarette.
“New rule,” she wrote in her notebook. “Ten minutes maximum. Time’s up.” She ripped the page out and left it under the ashtray.
Jenny Logan wrote this story.
She stood where the beach met the promenade, watching a young couple, the sun just up.
Their romantic scene beat night fishing in Cheam for a date.
She felt a twinge but pulled herself together. No need to swear off love just yet. She would dust off her profile later.
Jenny Logan lives in Edinburgh. You can find her work on Friday Flash Fiction and Carrot Ranch websites. She has stories selected for anthologies by Dark Rose Press and Iron Faerie Publishing.
Puddles were forming.
It was too late to cross safely.
We risked it.
“Save yourself,” said my father
When the current pulled us off course.
It was good advice.
I’ve been doing it ever since.
I learned something else that day⸺
When in peril, others will stand by
And watch.
Jenny Logan lives in Edinburgh. She is regularly featured by Friday Flash Fiction and has stories selected for publication by Dark Rose Press and Iron Faerie Publishing.
Every year the fox returns.
Once the days lengthen and the sun shines on our garden, he reclaims his place. Fox stretches out, as if on a sun-lounger, sometimes bringing his mate and—later—infants. He routinely fertilizes the vegetable patch.
Untouched by war, famine, pestilence—his presence is reassuring.
Jenny Logan lives in Edinburgh. She has stories selected for Dark Rose Press and Iron Faerie Publishing anthologies and has been featured in Friday Flash Fiction. She likes travelling to Marseille, Antwerp and Istanbul. Jenny is training for a half-marathon and enjoys watching Grand Sumo.
I browsed the rack of photos and flicked through the plastic wallets for something suitable. Perhaps a meaningful word this time? The end of a relationship should be marked in some way.
“See anything you like?” he asked. I caught his eye—bright blue, long, dark lashes.
“Not today, thanks.”
Jenny Logan lives in Edinburgh. She has stories selected for Dark Rose Press anthologies and is featured in Friday Flash Fiction. Jenny enjoys watching grand sumo and cross stitches mini-masterpieces.