On the wall of her apartment, Rose had a framed poster showing the magnificent Anthony Horderns Building in Brickfield Hill in Sydney. This was where Rose had begun work as a shy 16-year old many years before. She had only worked there for a few years before marriage and her husband’s career took her overseas, but those few years had left her with very happy memories and a sense of satisfaction and achievement. Rose’s husband worked in the Diplomatic Service so they spent a lot of time overseas, mainly in smaller countries in South America and Africa. They had never been offered a plum posting to somewhere like Washington or London; these were reserved for favourites of the Government of the day or, more often, as consolation prizes for leadership contenders who were becoming too dangerous, or failed cabinet ministers who had to be shuffled out of sight. There had been dangers, of course, in some of the out-of-the-way places but excitement and satisfactio...
The purpose of this blog is to gather short stories of 1000 words or less. This is a recognised genre and is often called 'flash fiction'. Most of the stories will be mine but when I find an interesting story by someone else, I'll include it. The title of my first story begins with the letter A, the second with B, and so on.
AUGUST 26, 2022 There was a fellow in our office who used to drive me mad. We started there together, just out of school and hoping to learn enough to call ourselves bookkeepers. I had never intended to work with account books; my maths was alright but I was congenitally messy and my handwriting was appalling. The account books we used had tiny squares and I found it really difficult to keep my numerals within the designated limits. Day after day, the other junior clerk and I took the returns from the various station offices and transferred them into the impressive ledgers which recorded for posterity the success, or otherwise, of the New South Wales General Railways. Oh, did I forget to mention that we were employed by the New South Wales General Railways, based in the wonderful complex of Sydney Central Station? Even though Toby and I were friendly enough with each other, we were rivals for the coveted job of ...
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