Sound Bite Fiction

This on-going collection of stories has been and are being written in my current home on the Côte d’Azur.
Many of the tales are based in and around the town I call Medville, others are situated in Scotland, and the remainder take place in less exceptional parts of this and other worlds.

Mysterious and enigmatic, served with a splash of humour, nothing here is ever quite what it seems.

Expect the unexpected.
There is always a twist in the tail.
Nearly.

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ghosts

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ghosts


in the darkness they come
the ghosts of my accusers
created from the anger
or resentment
of those who still live
who point fingers
and hurl accusations
of heinous crimes
many of which
I admit
I am guilty of

there are other ghosts
of those now dead
who show more benevolence
even forgiveness
of my innumerable faults

a former lover
who departed many years ago
far too young
who bears no grudge
for my imperfections

and a friend
a lady who wanted more than I could give
taken just last year
by the virus
which swept the earth
calls me with affection
mon sale gosse
my little rascal

but my most frequent visitor
is my mother
who died all those years ago
but has never left me
she says nothing
simply enfolds me
as always
in her love

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Petit Déjeuner – Six Sentence Story

Copyright C. E. Ayr

This challenge is produced by GirlieOnTheEdge with the following simple rules:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word – JUICE

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Petit Déjeuner

Although it is not yet 9 o’clock the Avenue des Alliés, where I sit outside a little café, enjoying orange juice and croissants in the morning sunshine, is pulsing with life.

I wonder yet again if I’m the only person in France who doesn’t drink coffee for breakfast.

As I watch people going about their daily routines, little stories form in my head, because I am, after all, a writer.

Ostensibly.

I smile as I think of the cache of passports, weapons, and other tools of the trade that are hidden in my small apartment.

I can hardly write about my real job, can I?

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Xmas Radio Show

Artwork by Phil Burns

Below are excerpts from a Christmas Eve reading on Tsukure Radio, Ayr, by Jenne Gray.
It includes some of my children’s poems and songs, and features the singing of Andy Brownlie, my second oldest friend (in both senses) and a more recent collaborator, Pete Lutz from Corpus Christi, Texas.

My thanks to everyone involved.

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Sid Shovel – Six Sentence Story

Copyright C. E. Ayr

This challenge is produced by GirlieOnTheEdge with the following simple rules:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word – EXPRESS

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Sid Shovel, Private Eye

When she undulates into my office my eyes decide to pop out, just to get nearer to her.

This dame has a body that can stop an express train going down a mountain so, when she sits and crosses her long, slender, nylon-clad legs, I imagine everything from our first date to the grandchildren visiting, with a few pretty memorable highlights included, by the time she finishes.

She puts a cheque on my desk, the number of zeroes reminding me of my favourite football team’s recent goal-scoring record.

Then she starts to talk, explaining her problem in minute detail and at great length.

When she eventually stops, she studies me for a few moments before asking what I think.

I blink at her a few times, shake my head rapidly from side to side, and tell her ‘I’m sorry, I was a bit distracted, I really wasn’t listening.’

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thistles

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thistles

you came into my world
like sunshine on heather
on the slopes of Ben Lomond
like a soft wind
bringing springtime
to the Great Glen

you enriched my life
like a unicorn
brightens a child’s dreams
with magic and joy

and summer passed
in a wondrous haze
where thistles
meek as daisies
brushed our smiling lips
and the sweet sound
of a thousand bagpipes
reflected in our laughing eyes

you left
after you took from me
everything
you could steal*

like the light
from my heart
and the hope
from my soul
and the memory
of love
that perhaps
never did exist


*Thank you, Uncle Bobby

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Beguile – Six Sentence Story

Artwork by Phil Burns

This challenge is produced by GirlieOnTheEdge with the following simple rules:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word – CHARM

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Beguile

Just seeing the word reminds me of you, my darling.
You could charm the birds from the sea and the fish from the sky, and vice versa.
If you smiled at the most boisterous of building-sites, the men stopped whistling, looked at each other in some embarrassment, and clapped softly.
A brief glance could, and often did, beguile any man.
But, of course, you didn’t know what you had, or what you had to lose, and you used it once too often.
Doesn’t work quite so well now, does it, my love?

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The Little House who Walked

This is the fourth and, for now, last of my children’s stories to appear in the USA, on The Mutual Audio Network, the prime curator for modern audio drama and podcast fiction on the Internet.

This week it’s The Little House who Walked, written by me, narrated by Jenne Gray, and presented by Pete Lutz from Corpus Christi, Texas, as part of his Santa’s Inbox Christmas series.

This story is different from most of my work in that, as well as featuring the fabulous artwork of Carolina Sartor, it is also based on her original idea.


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A Flying Frog – Six Sentence Story

Artwork by Phil Burns

This challenge is produced by GirlieOnTheEdge with the following simple rules:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word – FAIR

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Minutes of Citizens’ Assembly Meeting on Parliamentary Conduct

Representative of (Religious/Political/Ethnic/Gender/Whatever) Group
: We are offended…
Chairperson of Citizens’ Assembly: That is your right. Next!
Rep: What?
Chairperson: We are here, as representatives of the People of our country, to investigate allegations of political misconduct and breaches of parliamentary rules and, quite frankly, do not give a flying frog about the delicate sensibilities or trouble-making trolling of such as yourself. Life is not always fair, so stop whinging, and get over yourself.

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The Princess and the Dragon

As previously shown here, some of my children’s stories have been appearing in the USA, on The Mutual Audio Network, the prime curator for modern audio drama and podcast fiction on the Internet.
This is largely due to the invaluable assistance of Jenne Gray,

This week it’s The Princess and the Dragon, a somewhat off-beat take on an old tale, written and narrated by me, presented by Pete Lutz from Corpus Christi, Texas, as part of his Santa’s Inbox Christmas series, with artwork by my old friend Phil Burns.


Be sure to tune in again next week when we’ll present The little House who Walked for the last in this short series of children’s Christmas tales.

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I lied

artwork by phil burns

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I lied

I lied to you
the first time we met
to protect myself
because my heart was imprisoned
wretchedly
far across the sea
and I found you
dangerously attractive

I lied to you
when we met again
to protect myself
because my heart was shattered
brutally
from across the sea
and I found you
painfully attractive

and then
we met yesterday
and I was free
to speak the truth
and I found you
excitingly attractive
but you were with him
hand in hand
and so once again
I lied to you

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