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.


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?

Published by MW Bewick

Writer of poetry and place; editor and journalist. Co-founder of Dunlin Press. Books including Pomes Flixus, The Orphaned Spaces and Scarecrow are available from http://dunlinpress.bigcartel.com

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