100-Word Fiction: ‘The Whistleblower’

It had rained all morning and the rain had turned to sleet and then snow. There was a bitter wind too and, earlier than they should, Anne’s colleagues left work and headed to the pub.

Anne had decided to go on record and reveal the big secret. She knew precisely what the fallout would be. Or she thought she did. Then, in the afternoon, her boss resigned. He said he had a moral duty to do so. The implication was that so did she. But she did not see that.

Anne’s colleagues bought drinks and began to plot her downfall.

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Author: MW Bewick

Writer of poetry and place; editor and journalist. Co-founder of Dunlin Press. 'Scarecrow', a debut collection of poetry is available now from http://dunlinpress.bigcartel.com

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