100-Word Fiction: ‘Ruined’

There is something especially pleasing about smoking a large Havana cigar while drinking brandy. Feet resting on a leather stool, with the windows open on a late afternoon in summer and the rush-hour traffic grumbling along below. How content one can be.

This was the thought that filled my mind as I let the smoke roll round my mouth and the alcohol warmed my heart.

The moment was broken by the junior who rushed in.

It’s done, he said: We’ve been successful. The schools are ruined, gone.

I smiled. Ah, that content feeling again; truly the way things should be.

100-Word Fiction: ‘Austerity Chic’

How to get the austerity chic look!

Step into this season’s austere fashions by correcting your posture on fiscal deficit. Reduce the appearance of fine tax credits for lower-income earners and plump the riches of the richest. Slip into something less comfortable by removing housing benefit and public services. Look edgy with the latest must-have increases in NHS waiting lists. Remember, DIY rules, so try making your own school or hospital. And if you’re older, adopt the ‘cold-face’ complexion trend by removing all traces of winter fuel allowances – and add a bored expression simply by turning off your TV.