100-Word Fiction: ‘Ends’

How we think about life when it ends.
The morning streetlight amber, off in an instant.
The geese that fly in and then loop back without warning.
The frosted cars idling by the pavements.
The early fog that lifts slowly above the church tower.
The shock of violas trembling in their pots.
The blackbird that hops off into the thorns.
The branches that fade from green to black.
The accretions of mud at the edge of the path.
The hold that autumn has, though winter must come.
The leaf that will not be shaken.
But it will be shaken, now.

100-Word Fiction: ‘Life and Soul’

She was laughing. She liked to laugh, to giggle. The world was a funny place. People were funny. People said she was the life and soul. She liked to dance and let her hair down. Alison said she should be a comedian on TV. She would like to be on TV. She would be good at it. A chat show would be best. She liked chatting. She chatted with people at the bus stop and in the supermarket. Her neighbours always said hello. She chatted online too with her new friends. She sent them pictures. Very naughty pictures. Bad pictures.