100-Word Fiction: ‘This Journey’

This journey, if it is one, in all its shock and awe, seems more a repeated weekly horror than a narrative of years.

Statues toppled in cindered market places. The dead forgotten.

Repeat.

Some things, simply, exist. And others don’t, didn’t. It is decade through a looking glass. A decade of mangled language where lies were revealed as one of the few truths. The reports are being buried. It has been a long winter. We are in poverty.

Street lights go out. Daffodils begin to bow their heads. Early sun burns the mist from the water. Next year, the same?

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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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