100-Word Fiction: ‘Snap’

There had been arguments, but girls and boys always fall out if they live in each other’s pockets for six weeks. Rome was the worst – that morning with hash paranoia. Now, in their last week, their last country, they were giggling at the policeman in his smart blue clothes and funny hat. Stefan said the hat looked just like a woman’s breast. He rummaged in the pocket of his combats and got his camera to take a photo. The policeman stepped forward and stamped his feet:

Never! he shouted – and grabbed the camera with such force that Stefan winced.

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Author: mwbewick

MW Bewick is a writer, journalist and musician, based in Wivenhoe and sometimes London. He is one half of Dunlin Press.

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