Sep 2014

A Probing Question - FTT

A Probing Question

The day it all began, the sky was wrong. It was smeared like a fresh bruise with purples, yellows and browns. It looked alive, sentient even, smears flowing in opposite directions, stopping to let other colours slide past, but it wasn’t just that. The most wrongiest thing of all to Arthur was that it was mostly below him.

Arthur shook his head and then slapped himself hard, expecting the vision to change, but still the bruise pulsated below him. He looked down at his hands and saw he was holding a towel and then noticed he was in a strange pair of pink shorts.

“What the hell type of cheese did have last night?” said Arthur to the window. He then tried to remember what he had eaten, or had to drink the night before.

He burped and recoiled remembering the spicy chilli.

“No cheese then,” he said. “but I must have had something in it perhaps those mushrooms from the seven-eleven were not all they seemed.”

“And why am I talking to myself?”

A door opened behind him and briefly the sky stopped moving for Arthur as time slowed. He was deeply fearful to confront whatever mushroom borne monster his head had concocted.

Then there was a gentle cough, something a monstrous beast would never do - they never get a frog in their throat monsters, unless they are really frogs.

And so he turned around and there was Derek from accounts smiling at him. “Hello Arthur, you okay?”

‘Well, there’s a question,” Arthur said, pointedly.

“I’m surprised you have only one.” Derek said.

Arthur turned to the sky and pointed. “Err, can you see that, what I’m seeing?”

Derek went up on his toes. “Approximately.”

‘Well, what do you see?”

“Earth on a peculiar day Arthur?”

Arthur realised he was sweating profusely now and wiped his face with the towel. “Definitely the mushrooms.” he muttered.

Derek moved over to the window, while Arthur couldn’t make out where the door he’d come in through had gone.

“I need to lie down. I’m not used to this,” Arthur said.

Derek looked at him. “Good timing Arthur, I hope you enjoyed the view, you won’t remember it of course when you’re back.”

“What the hell Derek?” said Arthur.

“Derek? You haven’t quite got it yet have you?” he said.

Arthur looked at Derek like a man who had lost his mind many moons ago.

“I’m too old for all this,” Arthur said, “you know, drugs and all.”

Derek smiled as Arthur started to lie down on a convenient table.

Then Arthur felt a soft juddering as the table adjusted around him. He saw Derek over by a console press a button and some metallic clasps erupted from the table and tightened around his legs, arms and neck. He could only just see Derek out of the corner of his eye and he saw he was even more alien than an accountant now.

“So Arthur, are we ready for that probe now?”


(500 words)

- by A J Walker for Finish That Thought 30 September 2014

More Flash Fictioning

Anyone following my little writings on my website would think I've nearly given up, but no no NO! It's just that most my writing has been pasted onto the challenge sites themselves - i.e. Flash Fiction Friday and Angry Hourglass. I'll have to copy some on to here too me thinks!

I've just done one short (500 word) story for another new challenge site for me - Finish That Thought. This is a Tuesday challenge I have only just found. Check it out on:

I'll post my story above too.

The Flash Dogs

Running with the Pack


So I'm not exactly sure how it happened, but I seem to have joined a gang. It's an eclectic group of disparate reprobates from around the globe. But we've all got one thing in common; we've all got a severe form of flash addiction.

Most of us can't help ourselves when faced with a Friday. It's not just 'Friday' it's 'Flash Fiction Friday' a time of dragons and myths and many many deaths and strange injuries all encompassed in just 160 words.

There's Wednesday's with the Visdare challenge. Black and white enigmas manufactured into new told stories.

As for Sunday, well we all pray at the church of the Angry Hourglass.

And that is not even the half of them; there's them Luminous Creatures, Mid Week Blues Buster, Race the Date, there's… well, lots. And the Dogs get seen across all of them.

So who are the Flash Dogs? Do we have a uniform? Do we have a song? A flag? A Constitution? Nope, not yet anyway.

We do however carry paper and pens and internet enabled devices. So we're dogs with pockets.

And now we're dogs with a little webpage too, thanks to Shake the Subwoofer, and that is over on:

So just remove the leash and let's go for a little run, I'm not sure where we are of to, but it could be an interesting journey.