Fiction Tiny Stories
The Ice-Cream Van That Could Only Play One Note
When the chime on Dennis's old ice-cream van broke down to a single note, he expected to lose his customers, and instead a whole estate learned to run for it.
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Fiction Tiny Stories
When the chime on Dennis's old ice-cream van broke down to a single note, he expected to lose his customers, and instead a whole estate learned to run for it.
Fiction Tiny Stories
The chalkboard outside the greengrocer's on Larch Street has never shown a price, only a daily riddle, and the one morning it stayed blank the whole street noticed.
Fiction Tiny Stories
A short foot tunnel under the railway has such a fine echo that nobody of any age walks through without calling out, and then the council wrote to say it was going to be made quiet.
Fiction Tiny Stories
At the top of Kestrel Hill there is an unlocked wooden box with a red kite inside, and for nine years anyone who climbs up has been allowed to fly it.
Fiction Made-Up Words
(n.) The single bare foot sent out from under the duvet on a warm night to patrol the cool air at the edge of the bed, while the rest of you stays safely tucked in.
Fiction Tiny Stories
When the hall roof began to leak, the Thursday choir moved into the launderette next door, and the spin cycle turned out to have excellent timing.
Fiction Tiny Stories
For years a river ferryman waved at every passing boat, including one kayak that never waved back, until one grey Thursday in March.
Fiction Tiny Stories
One blue dish, two neighbours and a low garden wall: for years it crossed back and forth, and it was never once allowed to make the trip with nothing inside.
Fiction Tiny Stories
A window box on the third floor of Aldergate Road is planted the wrong way round on purpose, so that the people waiting for the 47 have something better to look at than a shuttered travel agent.
Fiction Useless Inventions
A television remote with rubber tracks and a clock inside, which drives itself into the gap between the sofa cushions every night at eleven, because that is where it feels safest.