Flash Fiction, first published at: http://flash-frontier.com/2012/06/28/june-hold-my-hand/
Hear our voices.
1.0 – The Great New Zealand Literary Vignette The literary vignette has cancer of the eyes. Daring to look up from its navel, gazing outwards, surveying You in preference to Itself, its malignant words broadcast the true shapes of lives.
2.0 – Tall Poppy “‘Tall Poppy Syndrome’ was invented to avoid criticism. Success isn’t your flaw; your personality is. You’re a jerk. Blaming your fall from grace on ‘Tall Poppy Syndrome’,” Jane mumbles to no one, “is another way you’re a wanker.”
3.0 – 100% Pure Imperfection David, who once won advertising awards and is now constantly anxious, ducks around the corner to smoke a large bowl. Sweating, he returns to his spot on Queen Street. “Y’know who I used to be?” he spits. He used to be the small boy who’d fall asleep with his head on his sister’s lap. He misses Jane.
4.0 – No.8 Wahine Jane was a ward of the state during the 70s. Today she walks past leaky homes in Waterview. Workers erecting a wire fence cat-call “Phoooowar!” Leering men with calloused hands are something Jane’s always been used to.
5.0 – A Common Senseless Approach Dad died in what was reported to be a home invasion. Brutal and newsworthy. David learned this via a static-filled radio, between hisses and scratches of analogue interference. The report was later amended: no one else was sought in connection with Peter’s death. But by then, David was already living on the streets.
6.0 – Hand of the Wrong Frightened Crowd Northland’s forests, Southland’s fields, Westland’s bush, Eastland’s hills, New Zealand’s homes are in this with us. Jane and David extend their hands as cancer spreads from the vignette’s eyes into the Yous and Wes