‘How We Are Formed’ in Lost Balloon

The second of my flash stories to find a home at Lost Balloon, this one sits on the line between fiction and creative nonfiction.

HOW WE ARE FORMED

Blue marl, greensand, greywacke. At the blackboard, your teacher looks like he’s tasting the names. Jonno murmurs Grey Wacky! and all of you laugh because it’s true, the teacher’s old and a bit weird. Read the story here.

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A writer, beachcomber and part-time campervan nomad, based in Brittany

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