100-Word Fiction: ‘For George W Bush’

“Long after I am gone, when the desert sands have buried the broken towns, the blistered ancient holy buildings, the decayed bodies of ages, and all is dust once more, and rivers have diluted every drop of our blood and washed it to oblivion, and the memory of this history is a forgotten series of ones and noughts, and the seeming swell of new terrors have long since been targeted and again waylaid, or denied, and hypocrisies have risen and been suppressed, and lies like tombstones have founded the cities of the future; then will you see I was right.”

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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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