100-Word Fiction: ‘22 November’

I do not remember Franco’s death. The first transatlantic flight of Concorde, perhaps. I remember the coming of Mike Tyson as if it were someone else’s story, not mine. The withdrawal of Thatcher from the leadership race, smothered in feelings of a time and a place… a bank of television screens in a shop window,Continue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘22 November’”

100 Word Fiction: ‘…because we never learn…’

Every year they are sent out and cheered on… leaves fall to the ground… across the grey pavements strewn… the news bulletins roll and call… civilians giving money to young men and women in combat fatigues… There are dates… 11/11… 9/11… 7/7… 11/11… 11/11… and onwards… to the cenotaphs and the white halls and houses…Continue reading “100 Word Fiction: ‘…because we never learn…’”