100-Word Fiction: ‘Geography of Years’

My introduction to psychogeography came in 1982 when the Falklands first became real islands – as well as a conflict. The far side of the world crash-landed in our living room and I drank black coffee and watched, aged 11.

Later I realised that maps are not just about miles, they are about connections of all kinds. Distances can stretch and shrink.

The name of a country, town, important person – an old woman – can catapult me through time. Faded news reports dazzle again. The South Atlantic swells and I drink a skinny latte and watch history shore up at my feet.