100-Word Fiction: ‘Ends Again’

‘Ends’ is a word that keeps returning. It unravels every time. Whenever I think it sufficient it fails. There is more to be written, even after ends. Sometimes I mis-type it as ‘dens’. And then I rearrange the letters again. Dens! Delete, delete, delete, delete. I may recollect that these weeks at the end ofContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Ends Again’”

100-Word Fiction: ‘In No Particular Order…’

1. Dress up and jive dance at the Clore ballroom. 2. Watch carol singers on a giant screen in Paternoster Square. 3. Take the kids to My Brother the Robot at the Roundhouse. 4. Shop for last-minute gifts at a ‘German’ market on the South Bank. 5. Donate blood at Leytonstone Methodist Church. 6. HearContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘In No Particular Order…’”

100-Word Fiction: ‘A Cold Spring: Part 3’

I watched him stare at his pint for an hour. He barely drank a drop. He does this every day at the same time, with the same words to the girl at the bar, shuffling to the same seat. These days he keeps his overcoat on. It is cold in the pub and word isContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘A Cold Spring: Part 3’”