100-Word Fiction: ‘Over’

I’m over it, said John.

But how could he be? It was still fucking going on, still in the air like, ah what the fuck. You couldn’t fucking tell him, he just turned away, the old head in the sand.

Things had to be confronted, dealt with, even if it meant facing the worst. The worst was already happening. You could ignore it but not escape it.

And what about the future? Did no one care? John thought no one cared, maybe even that he deserved it. Was it punishment? For what? It was crazy. Sometimes you just wanted to…

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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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