Aw c’mon, said Joe. Ye’ve got to be kidding me, it was years ago. We had a deal. Ye never said anything at the time. Yeah but Joe that’s just it: I never did say anything. You’ve just assumed something. I never promised anything. Joe shook his head: But Ian, ye just, I mean IContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘I.O.U.’”
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100-Word Fiction: ‘If I Could Just…’
If I could just… Why were they looking so anxious? What were they trying to protect? Alaric knew. He knew! He tried again: If I could just… I think we need to look elsewhere, said one of the bosses. Yes, yes, said one of the acolytes. We need to show some ingenuity, be more convincing.Continue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘If I Could Just…’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘They Loved Him Once’
He was the sort of guy that, for some reason, even though he had at one time been immensely popular, and even though his sheer enthusiasm to do things differently and better had won him all kinds of support and a deep well of trust, could suddenly, spectacularly, lose his appeal. Certain actions (and perhapsContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘They Loved Him Once’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘The View From Here’
He was looking over the treetops, across the plains. The view from the roof was incredible. It was evening and everywhere was bathed with a brownish hue. He wanted to stay up there for ever. Let it rain; he didn’t care. The kids were asleep in the corner, covered by a blanket of plastic sheeting.Continue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘The View From Here’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘The Unexploded Bombs’
The parcel bombs did not explode. They were discovered on p7, right next to Tom Jones. They were defused with only fifteen lines headed ‘Crime’, buried beneath news of Carlos Acosta dancing and a powerboat accident (p6), teenage choristers (p5), loan sharks (p4) and a BBC sitcom (pp1-2). The bombs made no sound. They wereContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘The Unexploded Bombs’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘Chicken’
Apparently the humble chicken Is the closest living thing To the Tyrannosaurus Rex. I heard a woman say it In the street today So it surely must be correct. My thoughts drifted off To a man I once knew, A friendship now extinct It was the accumulation Of little lies Over the years. And theContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Chicken’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘Ruined’
There is something especially pleasing about smoking a large Havana cigar while drinking brandy. Feet resting on a leather stool, with the windows open on a late afternoon in summer and the rush-hour traffic grumbling along below. How content one can be. This was the thought that filled my mind as I let the smokeContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Ruined’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘He Walked Away’
As he walked away from the football fields he heard a cheer. One of the kids must have scored. He looked at the time on his phone: it was fine, he’d be in the pub in twenty. Sometimes he wondered whether his own boy liked playing football. How old would he be now? Nine, maybeContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘He Walked Away’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘Austerity Chic’
How to get the austerity chic look! Step into this season’s austere fashions by correcting your posture on fiscal deficit. Reduce the appearance of fine tax credits for lower-income earners and plump the riches of the richest. Slip into something less comfortable by removing housing benefit and public services. Look edgy with the latest must-haveContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Austerity Chic’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘But If It Is What We Believe’
You must believe that what we did was not wrong. You must believe that we did not what was wrong. What you must believe… that we did… was not wrong. Must you believe that what we did was not wrong? You must not believe that what we did was wrong. What was wrong that weContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘But If It Is What We Believe’”
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