100-Word Fiction: ‘Unjust’

Oh no, not me, not me, because you see I can’t remember, I was perhaps not there and there are circumstances, if I could explain, but of course, and also… Look, I am a smart person, I must be, it was said, to be ambitious… Are you not my friends? Why are you looking at me? Please, listen I…

No more.

And then, straightening out her collar, she stood with those stormy eyes a sudden calm, and the massed disciples parted before her and averted their gaze.

Her smile as of old, again transfixed upon those words: ‘betrayed’ and ‘unjust’.

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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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