Massive thanks to editor, Joelcy Kay, at the fantastic Edge of Humanity Magazine for publishing my latest flash fiction, The Cold Burn.
I hope you’re able to take a look and spend a while perusing some of the other wonderful work the magazine has on display.
Thank you for reading
Richard
Whiskey eyes smoulder
From beneath a raven fringe
Intoxicating
Never did like the headaches
Which is why I quit drinking
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Richard
Laid hearts open, revealed and revered
Our eyes tug towards the moon
Always the moon
As we dream of rose petal skies
There are no stars to guide us
No cloudburst tears to wet our roots
They’re not needed
For we are dreamers of rose petal moments
Silver and gold may flow in our veins
Stain the ground in ventricular bursts
It’s never crimson
Not for dreamers of rose petal lies
There’s a chill upon him
And a heat upon you
Always so warm
Perhaps, from my rose petal dreams
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Richard
Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.
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Live wires dare to touch
To spark in cobalt blue
To start a fire and burn the world
To burn this observer, too
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Live wires, they dance
They pulse and wiggle like worms
Multicoloured, though browning
Touching each other in turns
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Live wires, we were, once
Not split and spitting
But a single conducting cable
From where I was sitting
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Live wires drawn together
To kill the gloom
When truly the gloom was ours
In that little, sheltered room
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Richard
Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.
She plays his bones like a glockenspiel
He likes how it tickles
He grins at how her skull echoes
She just glad he’s talking in her ear
Theirs is a musical marriage
Hollow notes and ricochets
A tickle of the ivories, they say
But who ever played their own
Such skeletal explanations multiply
As their symphony develops
How grateful are the moles and worms
Now they’ve taken it below
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Richard
Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.
Falling like feathers through each other’s mind,
this is our way, these delicate descents.
But not always.
Our hearts once rose like rocks, forced from Vesuvius by tectonic immensity.
As gold-plated angels, we ascended.
As false gods, we looked down on them all.
Sparks extinguish.
Lights go out.
Coatings tarnish.
Heights are made from which to fall.
I see her, feel her, think of her as a rainbow does the sky.
One without the other is pointless,
as only one gleams.
She sees me, hears me, thinks of me as a star does the endless night.
Such pinprick pomposity!
Blink and it’s gone.
We tumble like feathers in an indelicate descent.
We tumble.
Fall.
Another dream soured.
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Richard
Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.
The closest we came to forever was the moment in which we gave up. Our breaths held and never really returned. The moment drew out to seconds, to hours, to more. Your eyes dimmed like exhausted candles. Mine were already black.
The closest we came to forgiveness was that moment we met at the wake. Dressed in black from head to toe, I barely recognised you. I said Hello and you almost said it back.
The closest we came to something was that moment when we both said, I do. I remember how it felt, not how it sounded, as those three tiny letters sunk beneath my skin and slipped off your well-oiled own.
The closest we came was closer than most but never close enough for me.
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Richard
Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.
There was something unsavoury about her smile, an unavoidable diagnosis of disgust. Whilst she revelled in self-centred superiority, the world might’ve burned. The others played on.
She felt wrong. The whole thing felt wrong. As if having swallowed a live worm when expecting a jellied one, she wriggled within. I’d have wretched, but she was watching.
She’d done nothing other than sit there politely minding her own business. I hadn’t sought her, nor looked upon her by any other reason than an accident. She happened upon me. This was the simple truth.
Evasion proved the smarter side of valour. I slipped away to another table like a furtive rat, eager for some space and a place to breathe. She followed. Why the hell had I chosen this casino?
She sat and asked the time. I made a point of looking at her watch, but she ignored it. I gave her the correct hour but added twenty minutes. She laughed a crescendo.
I woke to an empty bed and an emptier wallet. She was long gone. I wasn’t annoyed, though. I blamed myself. She enjoyed her games, always had. I savoured them, too, once, but less so after we married.
THE END
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Richard
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