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‘Jussdeserts’ – Flash Flood flash fiction

Suzanne Conboy-Hill

People with intellectual disabilities want to be like everyone else which means they want jobs. But first, there aren’t enough jobs; second, there aren’t enough jobs for people who need support; third, what jobs there are often don’t pay; and fourth, the people who take them with hope and gratitude are frequently bullied straight out of them. Those things are fact; Jussdeserts is fiction, but only juss. Flash Flood, June 24th. Edited 24/06/17 to include direct link Continue reading ‘Jussdeserts’ – Flash Flood flash fiction

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Collections in Progress: Fat Mo and a flock of tiny tweet tales

Suzanne Conboy-Hill

Fat Mo’s Taxi to Huddersfield and other stories of resistance. [working title] Excerpt: Mo considers the price she has paid, learning to be right. Merv would call it an investment – a cost for a benefit – and it occurs to Mo that in fact she has quite a portfolio of these. Most she has kept in her head, but there are others in the backs of filing cabinets and the bottoms of drawers. Mo reviews some of them: there are letters Merv does not want sent on; the envelopes he does want sent on, and the girl at a house … Continue reading Collections in Progress: Fat Mo and a flock of tiny tweet tales

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Free Audio – poems & short fiction

Suzanne Conboy-Hill

Rapture by Phillippa Yaa de Villiers, notable South African poet, performance artist, and PhD candidate with Lancaster university. Rapture was First published in the 2013 anthology For Rhino in a Shrinking World (Ed Harry Owen). Shadow by Lyn Jennings, poet and past Educational Psychotherapist for children with learning difficulties. Shadow is ‘dedicated to our neighbours at Shoreham with respect and sympathy for all who died or suffered in the Air Show disaster [West Sussex 2015]’. Ducks in a Row by Suzanne Conboy-Hill, short story and flash fiction writer. This was also written after a Hawker Hunter jet ploughed through traffic waiting for the lights to change or … Continue reading Free Audio – poems & short fiction

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Green Buses: a story and an appeal

Suzanne Conboy-Hill

The four year old girl crouched in the footwell has never heard of christmas and wouldn’t care if she had. She stares at her hands and wipes them on the pink anorak that used to fit but now hangs more loosely from her shoulders.   The twelve year old boy next to her is angry and feels himself uprooted and displaced. He has heard of christmas but he blames the westeners who celebrate it for where he finds himself. His eyes tell simultaneously of a child’s dark despair and the blazing hatred of the adult he will become. He is … Continue reading Green Buses: a story and an appeal

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Four Twinkly Christmas Stories

Suzanne Conboy-Hill

CHRISTMAS CHAOS Clarice puffed out her cheeks, pink with the cold, and screwed up her eyes against the chill wind. She turned her face to the sky and peered through frosty lashes at the heavy clouds lumbering in from the coast. ‘Where are you?’ she called, hot breath forming its own tiny weather front above her nose as it hit the freezing air. ‘Come on in, Clar, you’ll catch your death.’ Mother. Clarice stamped her feet, chilly in her spotted wellies despite the thick Huggy socks that hung pinkly over their tops. ‘But she promised!’ ‘I know sweetheart, but you … Continue reading Four Twinkly Christmas Stories

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‘Ør1g1ns’

Suzanne Conboy-Hill

“Slick as oil over water, Katia headed for the house of the man whose dreams she needed to reprogramme. She shifted through his bedroom wall like damp through old bricks to wait by his cot for the right moment. Then, as his eyes began to flick back and forth and his long limbs twitched, she bent close to his ear, reintroducing the precious seed stolen by the Reversionists to demolish the future.” In ZeroFlash in response to prompt including, um, zeros! Continue reading ‘Ør1g1ns’

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‘God’s Scrubber’

Suzanne Conboy-Hill

“Valerie’s mother is nagging and she’s doing it, frustratingly, from under the screwed-up paper towels and muddy-looking wipes in the sluice so Valerie can’t dig her out. She’s doing her best with the unfinished business but it isn’t easy with the constant interruptions. This time though, despite the noises, she hopes she has succeeded because, a few yards away in the communal dining room, Pete is turning blue.” Excerpt from ‘God’s Scrubber’, finalist in the Coalition of Texans with Disabilities’ Pen2Paper competition and free to read as a PDF from their site http://www.txdisabilities.org/pen-2-paper. Winners to be announced on October 30th. Continue reading ‘God’s Scrubber’

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Aliens Redacted my Cat

Suzanne Conboy-Hill

After five years of intermittent abductions during which George wrecked all their automatic doors by not going in or out of any of them; refused to speak unless offered his preferred variety of meat selection and then only in a language they hadn’t anticipated; and barfed selectively over their best instruments with remarkable precision, the aliens removed his chip and sent him packing. Continue reading Aliens Redacted my Cat

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A Soft Day by Anne O’Brien

Suzanne Conboy-Hill

“THE RAIN RUNS in muddy rivulets off the pile of earth beside his grave. No softening of the edges of this funeral. No fake grass discretely covers the mound, just a heap of mud, a pair of dirty spades, and two reluctant gravediggers in fluorescent jackets leaning against the neighbouring gravestone, silently willing us to move on so they can get the job done and head to the pub. Of course nothing will do the Ma but she has to wait until the last shovelful is put on. They pat down the soil with the backs of their spades as … Continue reading A Soft Day by Anne O’Brien

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