Friday, October 09, 2009

The number, ready for rain and gossip.

Tomorrow I have a story in Flashshot, a magazine of very short genre fiction. Please consider subscribing (it's free) if you like that sort of thing.

1. The greeter in the job centre asks me for my National Insurance number (I'm on his list under my first name, which is not Clare). I freeze. I have no memory for alphanumeric strings. But the little voice prompts me with the first two letters, and it comes tumbling out of my mouth.

2. Nick's best man brings us two black umbrellas for the wedding day. They are furled smart and tight as beech buds, and I can't wait for the day they open (if they need to!).

3. I always like a phone call from PaulV, particularly if I'm having an evening in by myself.

Picture illustrating that I am not a number from Stock.xchng.


  1. We are both job seeking together, Clare! I have a few possibilities that I'm waiting to hear about, and wish you all the best with your job seeking. You deserve a great writing/editing job. Keep looking. It's there for you, I'm sure.

  2. Thank you! I need all the encouragement I can get.

  3. So of course now we're all deeply curious to know: what IS your given first name? You might as well fess up - all your friends will hear at the wedding, so the least you can do is let us blog-followers in on it! Hey - on second thoughts, this could be like Rupelstiltskin, with us all guessing madly in a frantic race against time to discover your real moniker. OK, I'll go first, with your elegance and reserve, I can see you as an Alexandra...

  4. Just read VEGATATIVE PARENTHOOD. Thought it was brilliant.

  5. Thank you, Paul!

    Roomwithaview, it's not Alexandra, That's my mother's first name, though. No-one in my family uses their first name for every day. It's because all the men have the same first name!

  6. ...and thank you for saying I'm elegant and reserved!


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