A river, rushing by her cheek – incessant streams of red carpet ceremonies – the stations tumbling by down the line – a lap-book, spine cracked and pages forgotten – speeches were a blur too – having dressed in the dark – and stayed up so late – that a blackbird could land on herContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Sleep Streams’”
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100-Word Fiction: ‘A Meteorite’
Nothing was unusual about that morning. The willows swayed in a slight breeze. Freddie the cat licked his paws; the man in the suit ran for his train; and no one saw the flash in the sky. A haze descended over the town and then cleared. Then people began to notice. A fine dust hadContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘A Meteorite’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘Light’
A lightning bolt, mainlined to a spire, channels electricity between the heavens and the Earth with so much power. * * * All the candles he has lit, he has seen, has had lit for him. Offerings of light and he, he offers light too. These offerings are full of the weight of hope andContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Light’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘If Just Who He Was’
We were trying to remember his name. Annie was finishing her wine and I had lit a cigarette; was wondering about brandy. I could hardly even picture him but Annie seemed to know. How could I forget? It was like seeing an old school photo and one of the pupils was blacked out in theContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘If Just Who He Was’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘So Early In the Year’
She came back inside at three, just as the light had started to fade fast. Andy was boiling the kettle. She kicked off her boots and stood them on the mat, took off her gloves and placed them on the ledge. No coat? You’ll catch cold, said Andy. It’s warm. You’re kidding? I’m in aContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘So Early In the Year’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘How Will We See?’
In the future we will see Everything in three dimensions. What? The robin whistling The mud underfoot The long journey home Hands in gloves The cheers at the bar The chiming bells The turning of a page The plans being made The mildness of the air The perfume of a fir tree The warmth ofContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘How Will We See?’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘This Waiting’
A feeling. Grips you how, if, you don’t know. No I cannot eat. She sits down, scrapes the chair across the floor. Time. The clock presses forward a dreaded minute. She should eat. Oh just to stop the thoughts. It won’t be over until it is. Hard as granite. Cold as metal. Steely stone. Bad.Continue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘This Waiting’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘Ash Wednesday’
It is here. Which means it is too late. Who knows whether we could have resisted it? Ten cases of the disease are already local to us. It is in the hedgerows and the woodlands, brought by visitors, carried on the wind. The infection spreads, stains appear, the flesh wilts and limbs crack and split.Continue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Ash Wednesday’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘A Black and White Night’
I walked home all the fucking way the main roads as well. It’s quiet at three in the mornin and you can get a pace on; thinkin of the alarm clock oh jesus and work sat at the desk. The road like a river, the current pullin you on and the moon overhead lightin upContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘A Black and White Night’”
100-Word Fiction: A Return (Sonnet)
Those years – did it ever really stick In mind, this mire of brown estuarine mud? A trick, forgot in ideals, thick With thought: how? why? what? should? There was no habitat here but the past: The sweet chestnut and bluebells of a dream A deluge of deliberations that never last A ferry to aContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: A Return (Sonnet)”
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