Tannille

Flash Fiction: Leave a Light On

She drove through the night. Headlights offered little guidance along the blackened country road. Memories flooded her eyes. “I have

Tannille followed The Muse along a cleared footpath. Boulders acted as a boundary between the snowy wilderness and civilisation. “Don’t

The Fairy Godmother, or TFG, as her homies called her, loved Halloween. One time of year she could do anything

Tannille and the Muse fish for story ideas. The prompt picture: a picturesque house by shimmering ocean waters. “You know

The Fairy Godmother sipped on her pumpkin spice latte. The bells on the door to her workshop rattled. “Shit.” Cindy

Disgruntled Christmas elves decided to franchise — candy stores all year round. Their marketing campaign targeted grandparents. With zero intent

Out on a date with The Muse.“You’re really struggling with this prompt picture, aren’t you?”The Muse smirks as Tannille nods.

Grandma loved her garden. She always pottered about attending to something. Sometimes I followed along, listening to stories of the

“Let’s swear… when we grow up we’ll be rockstars together.”The 12-year-olds engaged in a blood oath, friends forever. For years,

The old sea-themed restaurant, Sharks, sits on the docks. Its mascot hangs from the ceiling and its walls are covered

Tannille stares at the writing prompt picture, begging The Muse to formulate a story — an itty-bitty story to share

The muse came home after a hard day at work. Her jaw dropped. Burgled! All the colours were stolen from