100-Word Fiction: ‘Driftwood’

The boy’s thoughts were taken with a small piece of driftwood lying on the pebbles. A line of seaweed marked where the tide had reached earlier that morning. He stepped across it and picked up the piece of wood. It looked like an antler, but bone white, smoothed and polished by the sea and sandContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Driftwood’”

100-Word Fiction: ‘The Frogs’

Who said there are no poets any more? There they are, croaking their message in the lake, evading imminent disaster. There they go, to return safely after ten whole days into the rubble and dust. But no one will have listened. Dionysus was waylaid. Aeschylus and Euripedes dead and bickering. Even Aristophanes only hums aContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘The Frogs’”

100-Word Fiction: ‘I Do Not Wish’

I do not wish to speak ill of life while I see her drying her hair and the coffee tastes so good. Outside the sky is winter-cold but clear and the buildings go up and up, all across the city. Last night, when we left the cinema and crossed the river, watching the tourist bargesContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘I Do Not Wish’”