We are waiting for something to happen. It has been weeks. What will be the endpoint of this struggle? There is no point in asking. Not now. Everywhere becomes a museum, eventually. We should know, we live in one. Grown out of the craters of the past. There is a natural cycle. The museums areContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘In the Museum’”
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100-Word Fiction: ‘A Week In the Sun’
Sunshine. I could cry when I think about it. In January, when the rain teems down and those mornings are so dark, I want sunshine, no less. Have you got any holidays planned? asks a colleague. To know that you deserve a break, a week or two in the sun. How long to go? MaybeContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘A Week In the Sun’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘A Safe Bet’
Oh come on, man. No. No more. You’ll just lose it. I won’t. I’ve been tipped off. It’s a sure thing. You’ve said that before. Just £20. The odds will sort us out. You’ve said that before too. And I won. You didn’t. You fucked off and I was out of pocket for months. ButContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘A Safe Bet’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘The Weather God’
In a village of the desert regions, men and women gazed at the heavens and prayed. A wind was up and clouds were rolling in. Lightning flashed. It never rained in high summer. The steel structure had arrived in the village a few months ago: a giant totem. The Westerners called it an “emitter”. ItContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘The Weather God’”
100 Word Fiction: ‘At This Time of Year’
A barn owl crosses the fields, just here, every morning at seven o’ clock, at this time of year. And sometimes a deer jumps out from the hedgerow. Church towers can be seen every mile or so, through the bare trees, on towards the horizon and the cold, cold sea. We are on our wayContinue reading “100 Word Fiction: ‘At This Time of Year’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘Red Hope’
A hot bath can do strange things, no joke. There I was, straight into the steam with a book on the side to read. And then thoughts, good and bad. A solitary drip from the sink tap. Outside everything frozen up; trains and planes cancelled. Life’s long waiting game. There was a beep from myContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Red Hope’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘1981’
That summer, cauliflowers and cabbages landed in our garden, gifts from next door’s vegetable patch. Maybe we played army in the fields. Post-Lennon, pre-Falklands, before the first CDs, just after the Toxteth riots and ahead of Sadat’s assassination. Retro styling meant Shakin’ Stevens and the future was the Commodore 64. There were street parties whileContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘1981’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘For George W Bush’
“Long after I am gone, when the desert sands have buried the broken towns, the blistered ancient holy buildings, the decayed bodies of ages, and all is dust once more, and rivers have diluted every drop of our blood and washed it to oblivion, and the memory of this history is a forgotten series ofContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘For George W Bush’”
MW Bewick 