When they buried old Charlie Grimes from the basement flat, nobody came to pay respects. At the time, Daniel in flat 65 was studying for his Law exam, Alice in number 10 was cooking a huge pot of soup, and Becky in the tiny attic room was staring at the street below, glad that she was warm and safe, in her own place, with only weeks before her baby was due.
Newcomers to the Grace Housing Project quickly learned how packets of money would appear in mailboxes, labelled ‘college’, ‘food’, or ‘rent’, and how it had all just stopped one day.
My story for Friday Fictioneers is very late this week. I’ll blame it on computer issues which have been plaguing me for weeks now and are rapidly driving me crazy.
I’ve also been a little busy enjoying the wonderful Sydney Writers’ Festival. As usual, it was a real treat. My big find was a writer called Anna Smaill, whose debut novel ‘The Chimes’ was longlisted for the Man Booker last year. I’m having trouble putting it down.
Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, who generously hosts this weekly flash fiction event. You can read all the stories here.