Please please just stop it with this talk of tunnels and fences and walls and rubble and rockets and us and them and who is stronger and who said what first and what might happen only if and all about the media and bias and how you keep interrupting and making accusations and that everyoneContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘If At Times There Is Not Enough Time’”
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100-Word Fiction: ‘The Graves Above’
That our lives are nothing less than fissile is a blind spot on a blue retina. We arc our actions, our thoughts, like missiles; sing praise, hope the heavens make us better; behold the sky and hold it high, careful not to see the cracks that let the light in – or the umbra, itsContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘The Graves Above’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘The Missiles Over Gaza’
Soviet-era artillery rockets Heavy mortars Grad rockets Qassam rockets Longer-range Fajr-5s Khaibar-1s from Syria Israeli B-300 shoulder-launched rockets Matador shoulder-launched rockets from Singapore Mk 47 Strikers from the United States Spike anti-tank missiles from Israel M-47 Dragon anti-tank missiles from the United States M270 Multiple rocket launchers from the United States FIM-92 Stinger shoulder-launched surface-to-airContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘The Missiles Over Gaza’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘The Sycamore’
Nails hammered into the trunk let him climb to the tree’s big branches. He edged out and hung his legs over, swinging them in the air. The sun was on his face. Then he pressed his palms down into the branch, feeling the tension, lifting himself up and pushing out, out, into the sky. HeContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘The Sycamore’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘The Truth Tied Down’
Tie the history down. Me and little Kenny running in the dewy fields under the crackle of electricity pylons. Tie the family down. Aunts and uncles filling up my grandfather’s little sitting room with their cigarette smoke. Tie the present down. Me and my lonesome workplace banter and the nights drinking and looking at girlsContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘The Truth Tied Down’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘Gestas’
She didn’t torch the place. Not yet. The others could have done it if they’d wanted. She fudged a tear. Anything more might have signalled guilt. Her predecessor, Gestas, would take the blame. They’d be happy to let him have it. They’d needed to crucify someone and Gestas, such an impenitent robber, the one she’dContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Gestas’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘Association Games / B-Side’
There were words that disappeared. I contemplated whether it was better to forget them in any case, at this moment. In place of words, handshakes were greeted with smiles, flags were waved joyously. A scoreless draw of an association football game, with fans in fiesta mood, did not reflect the volatility of the nation statesContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Association Games / B-Side’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘Association Games / A-Side’
We played word association games: Levant? Stump. Stump? Sounds. Sounds? Music magazine. Magazine? Cover mount. Cover mount? Flexidisc. Felxidisc? Vinyl. Vinyl? Black. Black? Black. Is this working? Sorry can we go back to Stump? Stump? Stump? Chart Show. Chart Show? Channel 4. Channel 4? TV. TV? Music. Music? Indie. Indie? Sounds. Sounds? Stump. Stump? IceContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Association Games / A-Side’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘Composition at a Toumani and Sidiki Diabate Concert’
It is boat season and migrating humans attempt more perilous journeys across the Mediterranean. Europe is a dream but not always a destiny. Paper-sketched holding centres are a plan for refugees: some sand-blown pop-ups in north Africa and the Middle East – not a solution, just a siesta for peace. News from the front lineContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Composition at a Toumani and Sidiki Diabate Concert’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘The Populist Trick’
In a pub, the winner of a popularity contest, as captured in a reporter’s photograph, balances an empty pint glass on his head and grins a rubbery wet slop of a grin. In the background, unwitting members of the public, alongside some of the man’s friends, are also grinning. Their mirth has been caused byContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘The Populist Trick’”
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