Yeah can you get some now now Hear it comin’ yeah yeah Howlin’ howlin’ oh yeah howl howl All the way and back and down down Down the line now baby Oh come on now keep it yeah Storm is raising Storm is raising Storm is raising Can you hear it rainin’ rain rain WhistleContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘The Storm of St Lou’”
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100-Word Fiction: ‘The Classics’
“Classics (encompassing editions available in other commercial imprints) is the branch of publishing comprising work in the languages, literature, philosophy, history, art and archaeology of the Western canon, especially as dictated by the marketing wonks of _____ PLC. Works considered for classics status originally included only those in translation, especially works from Ancient Greece andContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘The Classics’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘A Slow News Week’
A slow news week. A slow news week. A slow news week. A slow news week. A slow news week. Rent a smaller home. A slow news week. A slow news week. A slow news week. A slow news week. A slow news week. Wear a warmer jumper. A slow news week. A slow newsContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘A Slow News Week’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘A Raft for the Medusa’
A decade’s unreported anarchy brings blood and dust, charted in numberless rusted cells where violence tells and torture proves. They flee across the desert by truck, in the hands and debt of gangs, to make border disappearances. In Libya and Yemen the smuggled bodies pay for thieved papers with degraded favours. Honours are all lost.Continue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘A Raft for the Medusa’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘Perspectives’
Daddy. Who was not where? Beards at the kitchen table. Dad. Ties styled wide to thin. A holiday in Somerset, golden evenings and tractors. A rainy motorway and shouting. Father travels first-class now. Him and Vic. Vic Benson is important. An important name. To me. I went away. So did dad. Pinstripes blurred. Dad tookContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Perspectives’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘Freedom Fruit’
They lift from the hedgerow Light as cobweb and spun sugar A shroud of lace for a season’s going Displaced migrants, the bramble’s other Temporary lover: Jenny Long Legs rise in a cloud In pestilent numbers this September As hands shake the limbs of briar For black berries and rose hips On foraging trips. PeaceContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Freedom Fruit’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘Autumn Passings’
It’s when, these mornings, that someone passes in the road and says hello and I don’t know what to do, and I clam up, or I hang my head slightly and whisper Hi, or Alright?, like the sullen teenager I was. And I wonder why I can’t reply confidently, head up, even now, after theseContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Autumn Passings’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘Andalusyria’
The largest of the pines is full of sparrows. Soon the birds will rush to the roadside wall flushed with the electric bloom of bougainvillea, then to the tables and chairs of the beach club as restaurant diners return to the pool, the loungers and the canopied beds, to sleep off the lunchtime cava, turningContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Andalusyria’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘They Wrote His Obituary’
I am told that Robert had been a radical. He certainly shirked definition, never committed to anything. I’m not sure that makes someone a radical, just an arch-critic, a cynic, a difficult bastard. Others say genius; I’d argue a fantastic populist. They say he was an intellectual; he was simply willing to share his viewsContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘They Wrote His Obituary’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘The Pictures On the Wall’
He spent an hour removing pictures from the bedroom wall. Images of icons, cars, animals, slogans, pin-ups, friends. He saved the blu-tack from the corners of each piece of paper and combined them into a ball. He put the pictures into a black bin liner, then he took the ball of blu-tack and dabbed itContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘The Pictures On the Wall’”
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