100-Word Fiction: ‘The Essex Lion’

One bank holiday Sunday, a photograph no one actually saw brought a large, unidentified beast to the public’s attention. They called it a lion. It’s roar passed into fable. There had been sightings of something; they found nothing – not with helicopters, zoologists, search parties, calls for witnesses.

It was there. But it was not a lion. A chimera, perhaps, marauding and made of the new mythology. Its lion’s head giving way to a body of words and the limbs of the media, it’s tail a Twitter feed that wagged the beast into life and tugged it as it died. Unless…


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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