NB: Geographies are distorted by culture, politics, capitalism etc. Spatial relations are always relative / in flux. Wikipedia entry says the shrine is located next to the (more significant landmark?) Grand Hyatt hotel – also the Skytrain station (tourist advice). ALSO: ‘The hotel’s construction was delayed by a series of mishaps, including cost overruns, injuriesContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Erawan’”
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100-Word Fiction: ‘Drop-stones”
Out he went again, tearing down the road with his mother shouting for him to stop and stay. He ran to the wooden bridge over the stream, gathering pebbles and gravel along the way and filling his pockets with them. Leaning over the wooden handrail, he gazed into the water, which was made murky byContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Drop-stones””
100-Word Fiction: ‘The Pictures On the Wall’
He spent an hour removing pictures from the bedroom wall. Images of icons, cars, animals, slogans, pin-ups, friends. He saved the blu-tack from the corners of each piece of paper and combined them into a ball. He put the pictures into a black bin liner, then he took the ball of blu-tack and dabbed itContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘The Pictures On the Wall’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘A Crossing (3)’
No. There is a tightening in my chest. Something is wrong. My brother’s frail arm disappears into the dark. I step back and pin myself to the wall. Some voices are shouting from the rooftops – then a whistling sound, like a mechanical scream – it comes. The billowing dust – three streets away –Continue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘A Crossing (3)’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘A Crossing (2)’
The street is empty. There is no petrol for cars anyway. Across the street my brother waits, his head peeking round a doorway, ushering come, come. I see the whites of his eyes but can’t tell whether he is pleased to see me, or scared, petrified. The rule is that if you leave and returnContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘A Crossing (2)’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘If Time Can Stop’
When the train stops, time stops; that’s what they say around here. Worlds end and the unimaginable begins. We are smoked out into knowledge from the dark and the dust. But we are inconsistent, hypocritical, shallow. In other cities the same trains stop and the same people wait, forever at the platform. Frozen in griefContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘If Time Can Stop’”
MW Bewick 