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Meet Me at Fair Oak Library

Since the launch of Ten Little Astronauts by Unbound (in fact, more or less since it was first accepted), I’ve been planning to turn up at various places and talk about it. From the very beginning Fair Oak Library was more or less guaranteed to be the first, though in the end wasn’t because Charlotte Comley got in there really quick and invited me to a meeting of The Writers at Lovedean.

Library Poster

Fair Oak Library may be small – as you might expect for a village whose biggest landmark is a tree – but it’s special to me because I still remember going there for storytime when I was considerably smaller. It was the source of an awful lot of the books I enjoyed as a child, as well as the copy of The Well of Lost Plots I read in the run-up to the first Winchester Writers’ Festival that I attended, where the keynote speaker was Jasper Fforde.

If you’d like to drop in and say hi on Saturday, I’ll be there all morning: from 9:30 when the library opens until 1pm when it closes. I’ll have with me all my current books, plus a necklace of the sort I’m offering for a select few supporters of Ten Little Astronauts. I’m not sure how many people reading this will be in a position to just pop in, but if you’re not too far away then you might like a visit: the village is very pleasant, as are Stoke Park Woods just to the West of it. And if it sweetens the deal at all, the library itself is one of the area’s few PokeStops.

The Sun Always Rises

Flash Fiction Month 2015, Day 21

Challenge #9: Write a 116 word story including a polysyndetonic sentence with a minimum of three conjunctions. The story must revolve around two of the following four themes: love, war, wilderness, loss.

Once upon a time, there lived a troll. Each day he would shelter from the sun beneath an ancient tree, and each night he would step out and marvel at the lights of the cottages on the horizon. Over the course of many years, the cottages grew into a village, and the village into a town, and the town into a city, so that the forest shrank to nothing more than a single tree, surrounded by buildings on all sides. Eventually, even this last tree was cut down, and here it was the people’s turn to marvel, because among the roots of that ancient tree they found a stone statue that nobody had ever noticed before.

If you’ve enjoyed this story, you can find my work from previous Flash Fiction Months collected in these books:

OCR is Not the Only Font Cover REDESIGN (Barbecued Iguana)Red Herring Cover (Barbecued Iguana design)Bionic Punchline eBook Cover

Click any cover to download that book in your choice of format.