Pat turned the key in the gloom and the old cupboard door opened. Shining a light, he gasped. Inside, boxes were piled high. A year calendar hung on the back of the door with days circled. Files were stacked and labelled meticulously. Civil Partnerships and Church, ‘Trouble’ Families, Euroscepticism and the Public, Standards and Sleaze:Continue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘The Old Cupboard’”
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100-Word Fiction: ‘Advent’
It is the 12th of December. The passing of steady time is played out with a handball game in Doha, the King of Bahrain at Downing Street and Iraqi soldiers graduating into action after a mere month’s training in Kirkut. Was it Kirkut? The name remains, lingers like a strange flavour in the mouth. AndContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Advent’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘Where we come from, where we go’
Some of us came from the factories, sons and daughters of coal miners and steel workers. Others were the children of doctors and professors. We were brothers, sisters, neices and nephews, friends, colleagues and lovers. You saw us only through what we did; the ways in which we toiled. We created glories, memories, happiness, andContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Where we come from, where we go’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘I Will Never Forget You’
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100-Word Fiction: ‘22 November’
I do not remember Franco’s death. The first transatlantic flight of Concorde, perhaps. I remember the coming of Mike Tyson as if it were someone else’s story, not mine. The withdrawal of Thatcher from the leadership race, smothered in feelings of a time and a place… a bank of television screens in a shop window,Continue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘22 November’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘Jim’
Jim fished for imaginary salmon, out in his back garden with a rod and live bait. We watched him and laughed as the line got caught in the fence between his shrubs and the fields. Jim smoked a pipe and spoke wryly of the old times and how nobody understood his intentions. He always woreContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Jim’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘Mission Creep’
That time When I asked for a glass Of wine and you Brought back two Bottles. Or when you went To town to window shop And came back with bags of Clothes. I call it mission creep. Things got out of Hand – you say – It wasn’t my intention. But you knew all along.Continue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Mission Creep’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘They will come again and again’
Archeologists discovered signs of large buildings here, perhaps a temple. Remnants of weapons were also found, including traces of what might have been poisons. Certainly battles were fought here. A small camp seems to have existed, with broken pots, pans and temporary shelters found all across the hillside near where a river once flowed. WeContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘They will come again and again’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘Effluent’
‘Pipes’ connect countless channels of overflow from East to West, Agencies say. Politicians have dubbed it a ‘super sewer’ and ‘filtrations’ are due to commence – the cost already upwards of £400m. A communication from a group calling itself Stop the Shaft claimed, using Securities language, that the channels were only responsible for a tinyContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Effluent’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘Running In Fog’
We always went running in fog, early mornings at six, six thirty, at just that time of year when the fields become obscured by the weight of water in the air, so heavy it clung to your face in the pallid light and ran down it like tears, dripping from your nose and chin, andContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Running In Fog’”
MW Bewick 