100-Word Fiction: ‘Ruined’

There is something especially pleasing about smoking a large Havana cigar while drinking brandy. Feet resting on a leather stool, with the windows open on a late afternoon in summer and the rush-hour traffic grumbling along below. How content one can be.

This was the thought that filled my mind as I let the smoke roll round my mouth and the alcohol warmed my heart.

The moment was broken by the junior who rushed in.

It’s done, he said: We’ve been successful. The schools are ruined, gone.

I smiled. Ah, that content feeling again; truly the way things should be.

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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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