– What are the white flowers in the grass? – Cow parsley, said John. – No, no, Alex starkly corrected him: it’s Queen Anne’s Lace. She held his stare. He turned around and started down the lonning. – Maybe May flower, something, he said. – What was that? – Nothing. Nothing. Jack ran up toContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Down the Lonning’”
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100-Word Fiction: ‘A Cold Spring: Part 1’
There is a queue spilling from a greengrocer’s door into a gentrified street. The customers are affluent and wrapped up in tweed and heavy knits. In a pub round the corner the rugby has just finished. The landlord kills the screen and the afternoon’s drinkers begin to disperse. Everyone goes home to cook or orderContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘A Cold Spring: Part 1’”
MW Bewick 