You may have been wondering where I have been for the last couple of months. Well, I’m excited to say that I have been working on my first ever feature length screenplay, which today I finally submitted to a few producers currently seeking scripts, via the International Screenwriters Association. Whether they come to anything is another matter, but just getting it out there feels like a major achievement.Continue reading
Author: DBA Lehane
A Full-Bodied Wine
As he sniffed at the glass of wine, she couldn’t help thinking what a pompous bastard he had been all these years.
“Yes, a wonderful bouquet,” murmured Charles. “I can almost detect notes of a fresh Pacific breeze caressing the slopes of a sun-drenched Californian hillside. Quite delicious, what?”Continue reading
The Last Meal
It was the final insult to the family of Maggie Lou, as if they hadn’t suffered enough all these years.
For his last meal ahead of the execution by lethal injection, Edgar Kalvar had requested a succotash with lime beans and mixed grilled peppers. The very same contents that had been found in the stomach of Maggie Lou’s butchered corpse, twenty years prior.Continue reading
Mrs Malloy’s Magical Cake Shop
A visit to Mrs Malloy’s Magical Cake Shop had always been a fond childhood memory for Marie. Upset by bullying at school then a trip to Mrs Malloy’s would cheer you up. Suffering with a grazed knee? No problem, a cake from Mrs Malloy’s would make you feel instantly better.Continue reading
It was the hottest day of the year, but he’d fallen asleep in the garden.
“I’m in agony,” whimpered Geoff, stepping into the kitchen, his face as scarlet as a cock’s comb. “I feel like my skin is being stretched off my face.”Continue reading
One Last Meal Together
How fitting that their last meal together should be a warm chicken broth, with liver kreplach lightly seasoned with chopped onions, sage and parsley. It had always been the meal his mother cooked for him whenever he was unwell.
The Scent of a Ghost
Edward left the office and headed towards the shopping mall. His lunchtime habit a ritual of sorts, of worship and devotion.
Being midweek, the department store was quieter, but his heart quickened with the usual excited anticipation. The lighting and ambiance teasing him, flirting with him.Continue reading
She’d left before they had even finished the starters, her half-eaten dolma still sitting there in front of him, taunting him, another metaphor of their failed marriage. Half consumed and ready for the bin.
It had meant to be a clear-the-air lunch, after the trial separation.Continue reading
Hayley watched as he quickly pushed his way through to the bathrooms at the far end of the club. Then, taking a small packet from her clutch bag, she sprinkled the last of the powder into his drink and swizzled it round to ensure that no chalky remnants were visible.
They’d been talking on Tinder for a few days now. He’d been very forward and suggestive from the start, saying she was exactly the type he went for. Normally she’d have told him where to go, but she had needs too, requirements to be satisfied.Continue reading
The Bucket List
Yesterday I had the pleasure of entering the 250 word Micro Fiction challenge, set by NYC Midnight. In this first round I was drawn in a group where I had to write a 250 word story in 24 hours based on the following prompts:
Action: Ticking an item off a list.
And this is what I came up with. I hope you enjoy.Continue reading