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Small but perfectly formed

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I love a good book. I really do. It’s just I never seem to have the time to read them. I’ve just been introduced to flash fiction, (very) short stories that have to work really hard to connect with you in just 250 words by Sarah Taylor who lives in Haddenham. She recently won Highly Commended in the International Bridport Prize 2012 with her flash fiction story Popping Your Cherry, clever lady.

Anyway, she gave it to me to read the other day and I loved it. You have to imagine reading it in a flat Nottinghamshire accent for maximum comic effect. Anyway, if you’re in the mood, take 15 seconds out of your day and enjoy it! You might want to check out the other winners here too, they’re all interesting reads.


Popping Your Cherry
By Sarah Taylor                                                 

So he asks me one night, shall we do it duck? An’ I sez, go on then, we’d better had.  Any road up, we coun’t do it there and then because we ant got no whatdoyoumacallems. So the next Sat’day his mam was aht and I gus round.  His mate Dean’s gorr’im him the jonnies, ant he. So we’re on the settee, gerrin started, like. And then, his bloody lurcher’s in the room, sniffing all ovvah.  I’m not doin’ it wi’ that bogger in ’ere, I sez.  I’ll put her aht, he sez, and he jumps up with his jeans round his ankles and his John Thomas aht and he hops ovvah to French windders and chucks a bone up the yard. What’s up wi’ you, he asks, looking mardy. I tell ’im, you look a right turn-on like that. Not. And he sez, come ’ere you. And he starts hoppin’ after me like he’s in the three-leggered, with his Levi’s hoadin’ his feet together. Aren’t you meant to tek your shoes off forrit, I shouts from behind the china cabinet.  But he’s fallen ovvah, ant he, and he’s on his back like a turtle on a beach of orange Axminster and I’m screamin’ wi’ laughter cus he looks such a daft sod. He pulls his jeans off then and sez, come ’ere my beautiful, sweet lass.  And he picks me up and carries me ovah to’t settee. And then he pops me cherreh.

‘Popping Your Cherry’ is published in ‘The Winners:  the Bridport Prize 2012,’ an anthology which also includes the top poems and short stories (Redcliffe Press Ltd).

It’s also listed as inspiration for a short film competition here in case any aspiring directors want to film it for the Bridport Film Festival in April this year.






2 comments on “Small but perfectly formed”

  • Rebecca Emin January 9, 2013

    Oh, that’s a brilliant flash fiction, it was nice to read a funny story, I wasn’t expecting that.

    • muddystiletto January 9, 2013

      I’ll let her know x


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