100-Word Fiction: ‘The Mark’

It was too easy to suggest that no one knew the full story; that no one understood. But he did feel that was true. It was also too easy to condemn. No one knew his background. Probably no one cared. He earned little money. Where he had come from! Then there was his family, the country itself. And if all that, then one day… while the sun was shining, if he had made up his mind and agreed in his head that yes, it was okay, to do what needed to be done – and he had purposefully overstepped the mark…

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. Somewhere down in the brown was the rest of his family. When he last saw his uncle a week ago, the old man was clinging to a post as the torrents tried to drag him under. Now the birds were singing again. God was everywhere.