I dreamed we had to cross the creek where the old ford once made it easy. The river was deep and the current strong. Silt turned the water brown. Or was the river a lake too wide to swim across? Or was it a sea? There were boats crammed full of people, shouting, who stoodContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Boat People’”
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100-Word Fiction: ‘Jesus of Kingsway’
Jesus takes the rubbish out when the last customers leave the café at 5.45, nods to the lads on the street and goes back inside, brings down the shutters, exits by the back. Charlie and Isaiah are the first to the bags, carefully untying the orange plastic and reaching inside. Ricky and Mohammed look on,Continue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Jesus of Kingsway’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘Ends Again’
‘Ends’ is a word that keeps returning. It unravels every time. Whenever I think it sufficient it fails. There is more to be written, even after ends. Sometimes I mis-type it as ‘dens’. And then I rearrange the letters again. Dens! Delete, delete, delete, delete. I may recollect that these weeks at the end ofContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Ends Again’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘In No Particular Order…’
1. Dress up and jive dance at the Clore ballroom. 2. Watch carol singers on a giant screen in Paternoster Square. 3. Take the kids to My Brother the Robot at the Roundhouse. 4. Shop for last-minute gifts at a ‘German’ market on the South Bank. 5. Donate blood at Leytonstone Methodist Church. 6. HearContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘In No Particular Order…’”
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 thatContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Ends’”
100-Word Fiction: The Red Tree
She had never noticed the small tree with the red leaves just around the corner – couldn’t say whether the leaves were red all year or only turned so in autumn. It was only the kids playing on their scooters one morning that drew her attention. Then she forgot about it again. The following dayContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: The Red Tree”
100-Word Fiction: ‘Beaches’
As large and smooth as the rocks jutting through the sand, sleek and blue-black as polished granite on top; fleshy and white underneath, they were found on beaches within days of each other, their long, beakish mouths agape in now endless smiles. Seven metres nose to tail, lying inert near to the poster-paint splash ofContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Beaches’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘A Complaint About the Building of Walls’
There is no good in a wall that only divides; That only seeks to hinder and stop; That only aims to split into sides; That takes rupture and acts as a prop There is no good in a wall that feigns to protect While causing obstruction and hurt: If it camouflages the onslaughts it’s supposedContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘A Complaint About the Building of Walls’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘Kepler 2’
I am still out there, spinning. I don’t want to shackle the sun. That desire is gone. But gravitational pull is good and every day needs lit, surely. There are smaller stars: brighter clusters of light with common origins and achievable distances. I have spotted them in the ecliptic plane. I had never seen themContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Kepler 2’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘Kepler 1’
Have a drink while we spin around a star. If I am alive! You are, if not unique. Welcome, in any case. Our galaxy contains at least 2 billion planets just like Earth – and you arrive here. Where else? I put myself first. As the suns light my mornings, I like to get toContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Kepler 1’”
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