Welcome to Flash Fortnightly!
My name is Laura Besley and I’m an EFL (English as a Foreign Language) teacher. Over the years I’ve met thousands of students of all ages from many different countries in the world. This job really suits me as I love meeting people and learning about different languages and cultures. After working in England for a couple of years, I moved to Düsseldorf, Germany, where I taught Business English for two years and now I’m living in Hong Kong. This small pocket of Asia is a perfect blend of East meets West and is rich in colour, noise and inspiration.That brings me nicely onto writing. I’ve been writing on and off since childhood and did my degree in English Literature and Film Studies. When I was in Germany I started writing a bit more regularly and in Hong Kong I’ve really had the time to dedicate to my writing. In 2011 I joined the Hong Kong Writers Circle and a critique group which allowed me to start looking at my work with a more critical eye. On 4th May 2012 I embarked on a project to write one piece of flash fiction a day. I’ve always seen myself as a novelist, but actually I’ve found that I really love writing short pieces as it gives you plenty of room to experiment with style, voice, characters and settings. And each day I can write something new.
I hope you enjoy this ‘Flash Fortnightly’ entry and I’ll be back on Wednesday 12th June 2013 with some more…
I never saw Emma again.
The uniforms turned up early, before the pale winter light had emerged, and knocked three times on her door with the end of a truncheon. It woke up the whole building, but everyone remained quiet. I crept to the door and peeked through the crack between the door and the jamb.
‘Guten Tag, Fraulein. Kommst du mit?’ Come with us? Like she had a choice. Poor girl. Her dark hair was still uncombed, she wasn’t dressed for the harsh cold of the outside.
Quickly she grabbed an overcoat and a handbag. I remember clearly she double-locked the door behind her, as if she wanted to believe she’d be back. She glanced around the hallway, lit only by a dim bare bulb.
I never saw Emma again.
In April I found myself, quite by coincidence, reading a lot of WWII fiction. I’ve also lived in Germany and this piece was inspired by both those things.
If you’d like to check out more of my writing, flash fiction and non-fiction, check out my blog: Living Loving and Writing. Or you can follow me on twitter @laurabesley or connect on facebook Laura Besley Writer