100-Word Fiction: ‘Advent’

It is the 12th of December. The passing of steady time is played out with a handball game in Doha, the King of Bahrain at Downing Street and Iraqi soldiers graduating into action after a mere month’s training in Kirkut. Was it Kirkut? The name remains, lingers like a strange flavour in the mouth. And from behind a grate there is heard a scratching, shuffling sound. Something is coming; some rough beast in a vast image, a revelation in these parts. But now clear, black and white, moving its slow thighs, Tian Tian the panda appears – and we forget all.

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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

4 thoughts on “100-Word Fiction: ‘Advent’”

  1. I don’t mind what you do with Yeats but could you stay away from Chesterton until I’ve wrung out an overdue blog post… 😉
    Nice prose!

      1. No, you mistook my meaning – it was me who was going to be using Chesterton and was worrying about pre-emption 😉

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