Short Story: The Wooden Thing


The Wooden Thing

‘So where is it?’

‘It’s escaped again; there’re teabags all over the kitchen.’


‘It found the bloody spare key.’

‘I’m devastated, like something’s broken inside me.’

‘I hid it right at the bottom of the jar.’

‘There’s an invisible monster punching me in the stomach; I’m going to throw up.’

‘That’s the cocktails, you’re being dramatic. Get off the floor.’

‘I can’t cope with the disappointment; it’s really gone?’

‘Don’t worry, the mischievous bastard’s always escaping.’

‘Oh! You didn’t say.’

‘Would you have come if I had?’

‘Maybe, maybe not.’


‘Not without your seatbelt on.’

‘I’m too excited.’

‘Sit back at least.’

‘How far is your place?’

‘It might be sleeping you know.’

‘Not for long.’

‘And it doesn’t like being woken up.’

‘Is it big?’

‘You sure you’ve never seen one before?’

‘Never! I think it’s unique. Where did you say you found it?’

‘I didn’t. Do you mind keeping your head inside.’


‘Inside? As in you never let it out?’

‘It can be a bit wild.’

‘I like wild. Don’t just look at it, neck it. It’s my round.’

‘If I drink another I’ll drown.’

‘We’ve only had three.’

‘Aren’t you drunk?’

‘I’m really trying but I still can’t picture it.’

‘Well it’s kind of, you know, it’s hard to describe.’

‘Do you have a photo?’

‘The little swine wont stay still. Camera shy I think.’

‘It sounds adorable.’

‘I really got mad at it before I came out.’

‘It must be hard, just the two of you.’

‘That’s why I was sad.’


‘Sad face for the lonely race?’

‘Are you drunk?’

‘Glass of wine tipsy, Scouts Promise.’

‘No one ever starts a conversation with me.’

‘The blue outfit caught my eye. Charlie.’


‘Your hand is freezing.’

‘I’ve been cold for a month.’

‘It’s August?’

‘Can’t shake the chill.’

‘You need Sex on the Beach.’

‘In Scunthorpe?’

‘One large Sex on the Beach, two straws, the big curly ones please.’


‘Please, I’m begging you-

Four weeks now and nada-

Don’t look at me like that. That didn’t count-

All you’ve done is eat cheese. There was a whole ball of mozzarella in the fridge yesterday; I was going to make a pizza-

Listen, I’m giving you one more chance and then I’m googling wood chippers-

Knew that’d get your attention. So, red or blue?-

Roll forward for yes and backwards for no-

My bad, should I wear the blue one?-

Was that forward or backwards, I can’t tell if you’re even looking at me-

Bloody hell, just roll towards me for yes-

Blue? Really, I’ve always liked the red.’


This is my entry into Studio360’s Significant Objects flash fiction competition. Significant Objects is a project to make insignificant objects significant through fiction – there are some great examples online and they have published a book. My favourite story so far is Wooden Apple Core by Heidi Julavits. 

Short Story: A Goat

Competition Results, Fiction, Magazine Publications

This 200 word short story won Spike the Cat’s Flash Fiction competition a few years back – the ebook, Spike’s Hot Flashes, with my story and the other finalists can be bought here for £1.49. My story, A Goat, can be read below:

A Goat

“A goat was involved.”

“A goat?”

“Not one of those big-bastard Billy goats, just a standard goat.”

“A Pigmy goat?”

“No, not that small. Somewhere between a Pigmy and those aggressive

types with horns.”

“So this was a goat-homicide?”

“Sounds strange I know, but we should keep all lines of inquiry open.”


“Have you seen my goat?”

“A goat?”

“My goat! Not one of those big-bastard Billy goats, just a standard goat.”

“A Pigmy goat?”

“Not that small. About this high. Brown, white patches?”

“What were you doing with a goat in Manchester?”

“It’s a long story.”


“Do you want to buy a goat?”

“A goat?”

“Don’t worry it’s not a big-bastard Billy goat, just a standard goat.”

“A Pigmy goat?”

“Come look, she’s in the van. Great for milk; make your own fromage


“But I live in Manchester!”

“House-trained! Nothing to worry about.”


“I’ve trained a goat to sniff out and destroy the target.”

“A goat?”

“We just need to get it to Manchester.”

“A goat?”

“Don’t look so concerned it’s not one of those uncontrollable Billy goats,

just a standard goat.”

“A Pigmy goat?”

“Bigger than a Pigmy, smaller than a Billy. A lethal weapon.”

Winner of Spike the Cat’s Flash Fiction Competition

Competition Results

A Goat is a 200 word story which won Spike the Cat’s Flash Fiction Competition (word limit 200 words). A Goat is being published in Spikes Hot Flashes (ebook) along with the runners up.

Collection of Short Stories (Flash Fiction)

Including Chris Smith's winning story, A Goat.

The book can be purchased at Spike-the-Cats website by clicking on the cover to the right.