Five sentence stories

Medical Assessment

Aden was sitting in a room the colour of a pale dying elephant. There was one window, wide and low to the waist, through which he could see snow falling like dandruff from God’s head hidden above. A woman sat opposite him dressed in a white doctor’s coat. She was thumbing through Aden’s paperwork while hovering a yellow highlighter above it to circle the important bits, like an eagle circling above a sea of fish.

“You understand there’s no going back from this?” she said.



Two lovers were fantasising about their honeymoon.

“I just imagine, sitting in an old brasserie, on the street, watching the people pass as the sun sets in the distance,” he said.

She looked at him and said, “Sometimes it rains in Paris.”

“Then we better bring umbrellas,” he replied.


A young man stands on the edge of a cliff as thoughts swirl through his head.

“What if the only significant thing I did with my life…”

He kicks some loose stones down into the water below, where his friends splash about and beacon him to join.

“… was end it?”

He jumps.

Cold road

The car’s A/C tinkled like a thousand tiny wind chimes.

“You should get that fixed,” she says.

“Shut up,” he says.

“Where are we going?” she asks.

“I said shut up.”

Papers on the desk

The paperweight was heavy like his heart. The fat stack of A4 legal paper underneath it sat there on his desk for months, next to his pen. When he’d open both windows in his office, corners of it flicked up in the breeze like a magical strongman doing miniature pushups. The papers were building up their strength to smack him down, destroy his life, take everything he had away from him – his house, his children, his future.

How could she do this to him?

After the storm

The wind was rabid. The rain, fat. The clouds, grey. The mood, high. Her lover, gone.

Personal Assistant

“His number is – nine four two seven, six six six six,” she says.

“Reckon he’s done that deliberately?” he says.

“The sixes?” she asks.

“Lots of Christians out here. They’ll think he’s the devil.”


A plane lowers its wheels as it swoops over the stout Stanmorian brickwork.

“Isn’t it amazing?” says an onlooker.

“Isn’t what?” says his partner.

“That giant metal thing is flying,” he says.

She replies, “Flying is just falling with grace.”


There was the culprit. A caterpillar leaving holes in the kale, who’d snuck his way into the kitchen on a stalk.

I put him in a plastic bag with all the other green scraps – and crushed him. His chlorophyll-filled guts coloured the clear plastic.

He’d be in heaven if he weren’t in hell.

Outside the nightclub

This guy walks past the smoking man and quips, “You know that kills you, right?”

The smoking man looks up, flicks open his coat and says, “Yeah?” He reveals a holster. “So does this, motherfucker.”

Corporate mirror

“Assert. Dominate. Be the biggest damn force in that room. Be god.”

With that, she made her way out of the bathroom and into the boardroom.


All in a moment I wound down the window, pulled down my pants, stuck my ass out at Mr. Eldridge and looked back triumphantly, into the cackling faces of a carful of my mates.

For in that moment, I was a god. I was invincible. I was as bulletproof as a monk reaching nirvana.

Perhaps that’s why nudists live forever.


I read in the rain to make the librarians think I cry over prose.


His mind was fixed on minutiae. He’d often spy her strands of dental floss, pelted with water, jittering like worms around his feet on the shower floor. The glass, scaly with soap. His toothbrushing shadow against the setting sun in a white cotton towel on the rack. But for all he saw, he saw very little.


He spent each weeknight cuddled up in bed, smiling into the eyes of his wife, foreheads touching, softly sharing their days.

“Mine was terrible.”

“Were you fired?”


“That’s ok.”