100-Word Fiction: ‘If At Times There Is Not Enough Time’

Please please just stop it with this talk of tunnels and fences and walls and rubble and rockets and us and them and who is stronger and who said what first and what might happen only if and all about the media and bias and how you keep interrupting and making accusations and that everyone is wrong and that the terrorists are elsewhere and use civilians and not you and that there is right or wrong because it is not words not words and the real blood is there not words it is children the blood of children nothing else nothing.

100-Word Fiction: ‘The Missiles Over Gaza’

Soviet-era artillery rockets
Heavy mortars
Grad rockets
Qassam rockets
Longer-range Fajr-5s
Khaibar-1s from Syria
Israeli B-300 shoulder-launched rockets
Matador shoulder-launched rockets from Singapore
Mk 47 Strikers from the United States
Spike anti-tank missiles from Israel
M-47 Dragon anti-tank missiles from the United States
M270 Multiple rocket launchers from the United States
FIM-92 Stinger shoulder-launched surface-to-air missiles from the United States
US Patriot and Hawk surface-to-air missiles
Israeli Spice glide bombs, Penetration bombs and cluster bombs
Israeli B500A1 laser-guided hard-target penetration bombs
US AGM-114 Hellfire air-to-surface anti-tank missiles

100-Word Fiction: ‘How Long I Walked’

Today, as they talked, I again took notes. The records will show I wrote:

‘[I] believe that if the P___ leadership adheres to continuous negotiations, despite the obstacles that are coming up on every side, and if it is serious and determined in its intention to advance towards peace, just as we are serious, then it will be possible to, within a year, reach a framework that will be the basis for a peace settlement.”

Later I walked out along the cliffs. The sky was blue and I enjoyed the breeze. But a deep sadness is on the horizon. Again.