100-Word Fiction: ‘Clouded Out’

A broad-brimmed black felt hat lies on the tracks below the bridge that crosses the railway line on Shoreditch High Street.

They sip sweet creamy coffee, shuffle and talk of failed interviews and jobs that didn’t work out.

A man by the Tube shouts ‘Freedom out!’ or perhaps ‘Free Time Out!’

They add a pre-meeting meeting to the diary, tapping fitfully while taking a call.

A line of immigration enforcement vans passes by as they hesitate at the wet kerb.

Restless regions shift like cumulonimbus across the horizon. We are heading for a low. A black hat rests on rails.

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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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