100-Word Fiction: ‘A Feast’

On the polished table was a huge salmon; bowls of spring vegetable soup; Scotch eggs; asparagus and hams; potatoes from Majorca; goat’s cheese tartlets; prawns with caviar; pea-shoot jellies; scallops with spiced cauliflower puree; roast chickens and guinea fowl; confit duck; sherbets and ices; five kinds of trifle; a tower of profiteroles and more cheeses than he had ever seen.

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He lay in his bed, visions of dishes lurching round his mind. From his toes to the hairs on his head he felt obese. The best evenings were sordid, he thought, and oh what a feast: he deserved it all.

100-Word Fiction: ‘A Conversation’

Old: We’ve never had any problems previously.

Young: Oh you’ve had problems?

Old: We’ve not done.

Young: You’ve not done anything?

Old: It’s not happened before.

Young: No, if that’s the case then something needs to be done.

Old: You want to do something?

Young: What could we do?

Old: If we are okay…

Young: You think you are okay?

Old: Are we not?

Young: No, we are not.

Old: Is this new?

Young: I don’t know. Has it happened before?

Old: I hadn’t noticed.

Young: But if you didn’t notice…

Old: I wouldn’t know.

Young: No you wouldn’t know.