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Reflex Fiction Flash Fiction Competition

Reflex Fiction is a quarterly international flash fiction competition for stories between 180 and 360 words. We publish one story every day as we count down to the winner of each competition. The inaugural (Spring 2017) competition was free to enter and offered prizes of £100, £50, and £25. We are currently judging this round and will publish the long-list on April 1, 2017.

We are now accepting entries for the Summer 2017 competition. We’ve introduced an entry fee (£7 / $9) but also added a zero to the end of our prizes. The authors of the first-, second-, and third-placed stories will receive £1,000, £500, and £250 respectively.

Vanessa Gebbie is our guest judge for the Summer 2017 competition.

Learn more at the Reflex Fiction website.

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Pull Down the Fences

I scaled a fence today. It was a fence that had stood for generations. I know not if it was built to keep people in or out. I didn’t question the fence; I climbed it because it was there.

Hand over hand I climbed, fingers in the chinks, ignoring the pain and rust. It was heavy and high and the top was covered in spikes. Inside the fence I found no treasure, no secrets, no answers.

Pull down the fences, I say. Pull them down and you’ll see: in or out, the two sides are not so different.

Dedicated to all those affected by events in Westminster today.

© J Hardy Carroll

Written for Friday Fictioneers using the above photo prompt.


For Want of Oil

The rusted pulleys shrieked as Molly hoisted the clothes airer and secured the rope to the cleat.

“What do you want for dinner?” she asked her husband.


“Pam and Bill have invited us for drinks tomorrow night. I thought we could go.”

“You go. I’ll be alright here.”

“No, I don’t want to go without you. Maybe we could go see a movie instead.”

“There’s nothing on.”

The rusted pulleys shrieked as Molly lowered the clothes airer and folded the dry shirts into her basket.

“I think this thing would work a lot better with a drop of oil,” she said.

© Jennifer Pendergast

Written for Friday Fictioneers using the above photo prompt.