Maybe there is a moment when you shudder and feel a touch more dislocated from the world and even yourself. As if the axis of everything had just been tilted to a slightly more precarious degree. Waves of repressed memory. Cracks found in the waking day. Roads broken. A moment when you are shaken into wanting to know something but can’t tell what it is. The difference between dreams and… what else? As if it has all happened before. The very things in front of your eyes. Weren’t they before you, in a jolt, weeks ago? The sounds of promises.
100-Word Fiction: ‘There Is a Moment’
Published by MW Bewick
Writer of poetry and place; editor and journalist. Co-founder of Dunlin Press. Books including Pomes Flixus, The Orphaned Spaces and Scarecrow are available from http://dunlinpress.bigcartel.com View more posts
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