Need some entertainment for your bus/train ride home? 100 Not Out is a collection of (very) short stories by Gordon Lawrie.
The Comely Bank Publishing founder has pulled together the best of his Friday flash fiction. The stories are no longer than 100 words each and are compiled from Gordon’s contributions to the Friday flash fiction website and a group of the same name on LinkedIn.
The stories are divided into themes. From comedy, to crime there’s a mini genre for everyone. The book costs a mere 99p – less than a bottle of Coke and far better for you. It’s an e-book only and it’s available from the Comely Bank Publishing book store. The book will also be available to buy from Amazon, Kobo, Smashwords et al later this month.
In the meantime, here’s a sample of the book for you.
Ill-Starred by Moonlight
They’d met in a club, a holiday romance; one thing had led to another.
Now they were lying on the beach in the warm night.
“I love you, Claire,” said Asif. “Will you marry me?”
She knew he wasn’t being serious. “I love you, too. But my parents insist that I marry a prince.” That wasn’t the real problem, of course. “Let’s count the stars together instead.”
Asif took the sky on the left. They counted 714.
“I’ve an idea,” he said. “Let’s elope.”
“Where to?”
“I have friends on Pluto.”
“That’s agreed, then,” said Claire. They kissed on it.
The Comely Bank Publishing founder has pulled together the best of his Friday flash fiction. The stories are no longer than 100 words each and are compiled from Gordon’s contributions to the Friday flash fiction website and a group of the same name on LinkedIn.
The stories are divided into themes. From comedy, to crime there’s a mini genre for everyone. The book costs a mere 99p – less than a bottle of Coke and far better for you. It’s an e-book only and it’s available from the Comely Bank Publishing book store. The book will also be available to buy from Amazon, Kobo, Smashwords et al later this month.
In the meantime, here’s a sample of the book for you.
Ill-Starred by Moonlight
They’d met in a club, a holiday romance; one thing had led to another.
Now they were lying on the beach in the warm night.
“I love you, Claire,” said Asif. “Will you marry me?”
She knew he wasn’t being serious. “I love you, too. But my parents insist that I marry a prince.” That wasn’t the real problem, of course. “Let’s count the stars together instead.”
Asif took the sky on the left. They counted 714.
“I’ve an idea,” he said. “Let’s elope.”
“Where to?”
“I have friends on Pluto.”
“That’s agreed, then,” said Claire. They kissed on it.
