100-Word Fiction: ‘The Park’

These silent totems and the smog only a breath above. The still pond and the watchtower. The giant portakabin canteen empty, dust sticking to its grease, where briefly they came, once visited. The park meadows are left to nature. Not hacked back any more, weeds are growing now. The canal, sludged up, reveals its shopping trolleys and plastic. But the railway lines are busy. People pass, noses pressed against the windows, staring. And beyond the tracks the towers rising, the remains of artillery, the air ambulance – and the city itself, its sheen of gold, citizens drinking Coca-Cola, munching Hula Hoops.

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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.

2 thoughts on “100-Word Fiction: ‘The Park’”

    1. Hi Trent, yep, I do write longer stuff. 100 words is simply a little formalist challenge I set myself – and it also means I don’t have to commit to writing too much each week. I quite like the idea that doing exactly 100 words means you don’t just write, you need to a little bit of self-editing too – not a bad skill to develop, even if the idea is a little contrived.

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