Friday Flash Fiction: Devil Eyes

2 05 2008

This post has moved. You can read it here: http://www.neilbeynon.com/fiction/devil-eyes/

This week’s entry is more than a little over the word count and to be frank I’m not sure it’s any good. However, I hope you enjoy it and any feedback is – as always – appreciated.

Devil Eyes
By Neil Beynon

The city was small and ancient. It was also wet. The entire time I was there it was dry for maybe four hours in total, the insidious drizzle leaving the cobblestones slick and treacherous. Threatening to spill you out in front of a car or bicycle. A strange place, a city so small you could walk from one end to the other with ease but full of people so tall I felt like an ant crawling on its back.

I think I was more or less nocturnal during my stay. The days spent in a dry airless state of dreaming as meetings ran on around me and from which I would emerge – daylight spent – desperate for some sign of life. The city beckoned me with neon fingers.

This post has moved. You can read it here: http://www.neilbeynon.com/fiction/devil-eyes/


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