Casting Off – Michelle Heatley
2200 words Feel Good
A lonely woman knits to forget, a pair of yellow booties changes everything.
‘Damn and blast it!’ The sound reverberates and worries her. Noise has its place, locked away, not inside where her voice cuts into the silence. Agnes presses her lips tight, a smudge of morning lipstick remains in deep wrinkles around the cupids bow, and she watches the ball of Cosydown four ply roll under her feet. The corkscrewing umbilical of pink wool tugs stitches from her fingers, pulling at them like an over eager child.
Last Touch – Michelle Heatley
1900 words Crime / Horror / General fiction
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, but when a woman undertakes a journey of revenge it is a dish served as cold as the grave.
Hold my hand. Skin touches skin. Your neatly polished manicured nails humiliate and shame my chipped pink varnish like broken gravestones. Nerves got the better of me. I use your hand, fingers and palm, to explore and caress every part of me. I haven’t examined it as closely before – perhaps if I had it might be different between us. ‘Shush my darling not a word.’ See the bird watchers dripping with oversized cameras and dressed in khaki and grey plumage. Drop hands. Pretend we are not holding each other.