Memories, by Bruce Arbuckle

He scratches his skin, already irritated from where he  brushed against the rock wool insulation, climbing into the attic. The air is full of swirling particals of dust, the floor stacked high with boxes of memories. Too much to keep, too precious to throw. He doesn’t know where to begin.

A 50-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters Writing Prompt on Hive, “insulation”

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Badly Kept Secrets, by Bruce Arbuckle

Putting her eye to the small scratch in the frosting on the surgery window  Dr Maras watches her wife sneak out for a clandestine cigarette before the next patient arrives. She pretends she doesn’t know Lilly has started smoking again. And Lilly doesn’t comment on the empty wine bottles, anymore.

A 50-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters Writing Prompt on Hive, “surgery window”

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The Mountain, by Bruce Arbuckle

I never got over The Mountain. My first crush, he was two years older and way out of my league. Everyone loved him, or wanted to be him. But all that adoration from afar couldn’t save him. Perhaps, he didn’t feel there was anyone was close enough to confide in.

A 50-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters Writing Prompt on Hive, “over the mountain”

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Gathering, by Bruce Arbuckle

They’re still there. Fifty people, standing in silence, motionless on her lawn, heads bowed like powered down androids.

“I don’t like it Mummy,” Kia says. “Make them go away.”

She called the police. They’re not picking up.

“Stay there,” she says. Gripping the kitchen knife tightly she opens the door.

A 50-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters Writing Prompt on Hive, “standing in silence”

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Last Day, by Bruce Arbuckle

She was his secretary for thirty years and he couldn’t be arsed to sign her leaving card. She suspected he hadn’t put his hand in his pocket for the rather vile plate they gave her. Her last act was to forward evidence of his infidelity to his long suffering wife.

A 50-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the random word prompt, “secretary”

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Gamesmaster, by Bruce Arbuckle

Your hobbies include mind games and gardening. The later brought joy, the former pain. You abandoned me, I dumped you on the compost heap in my head. Now toxins leech out from my decaying memories of you, and my fertile soul absorbs your poisons. You always did play to win.

A 50-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters Writing Prompt on Hive, “compost”

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Knot Up, by Bruce Arbuckle

Some days, the bed won’t release him until the icy knot in his stomach thaws. The duvet hugs his face, shutting out morning light. Bubbles meows, scratching at the covers until he emerges, a zombie rising from the grave. He scrapes food into her bowl and crawls back into darkness.

A 50-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters Writing Prompt on Hive, “knot in the stomach”

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Siren, by Bruce Arbuckle

When the vitriolic head clamour becomes too much to bear she slips out the back door, storms up the clifftop path and shouts into the wind, throwing her frustrations out to sea. She sings at ships. They never answer her siren call, but the voices quieten down, for a while.

A 50-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters Writing Prompt on Hive, “ocean travel”

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Setbacks, by Bruce Arbuckle

“Our new life begins tomorrow” , Bill says. “Promise.”

One set back after another. First their passports went missing. Then Bill had food poisoning. It was almost as if someone was telling them not to go. Claire waits for Bill to fall asleep, then sneaks outside and slashes their car tyres.

A 50-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters Writing Prompt on Hive, “tomorrow it would start”

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Unfaithful, by Bruce Arbuckle

As a kid, I was envious of her deceitfulness, surprised others couldn’t see through her lies. The little untruths she told were obvious to me. There was something in her tone of voice that gave her away.

Un I looked at them: my sister, my husband. And I saw the truth.

A 50-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters Writing Prompt on Hive, “her voice sounded odd”

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