100-Word Fiction: ‘Jim’

Jim fished for imaginary salmon, out in his back garden with a rod and live bait. We watched him and laughed as the line got caught in the fence between his shrubs and the fields. Jim smoked a pipe and spoke wryly of the old times and how nobody understood his intentions. He always woreContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Jim’”

100-Word Fiction: ‘Mission Creep’

That time When I asked for a glass Of wine and you Brought back two Bottles. Or when you went To town to window shop And came back with bags of Clothes. I call it mission creep. Things got out of Hand – you say – It wasn’t my intention. But you knew all along.Continue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Mission Creep’”

100-Word Fiction: ‘Effluent’

‘Pipes’ connect countless channels of overflow from East to West, Agencies say. Politicians have dubbed it a ‘super sewer’ and ‘filtrations’ are due to commence – the cost already upwards of £400m. A communication from a group calling itself Stop the Shaft claimed, using Securities language, that the channels were only responsible for a tinyContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Effluent’”

100-Word Fiction: ‘Running In Fog’

We always went running in fog, early mornings at six, six thirty, at just that time of year when the fields become obscured by the weight of water in the air, so heavy it clung to your face in the pallid light and ran down it like tears, dripping from your nose and chin, andContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Running In Fog’”

100-Word Fiction: ‘By My Side’

Your arm around me like you say my belt and braces, oh but I feel the opposite, I say an open hand, the merest brush of a tip of a finger that leads me on, could take me anywhere and we do, we do go anywhere and everywhere. Your arm around me you say everythingContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘By My Side’”

100-Word Fiction: ‘In the Haze’

It was the early period of the Pacific drought and every day, J___ would walk along the promenade, whether in a summer cold snap or the heatwave of a late autumn afternoon. He would stop and stare at the container ships on the horizon, imagining the imports and exports, and see the plumes of smokeContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘In the Haze’”

100-Word Fiction: ‘Waiting for the Train’

On the platform, lighting up a cigarette, loosening his tie just a little, looking at the commuters, wondering about their lives. Their lives and his job, these two things that had somehow got themselves entwined. And yet when he’d left college, with those ideas… so determined, so green. Inhale, hold, exhale. There was ivy weavingContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Waiting for the Train’”

100-Word Fiction: ‘For the Rest of the World’

There was a flickering on the screen: a small dot heading towards the mainland. Intelligence said the dot came from Africa, but intelligence wasn’t everything. The dot was uncontactable – recognised signals were not received. Codes failed. Some said it was coming as part of a deal, a contra agreement with certain military or governmentContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘For the Rest of the World’”

100-Word Fiction: Gone, but

Johnny had grown to love that old dog. After the yapping stopped, when it was no longer such a keen and overbearing puppy, when its occasional mistimed bark seemed endearing, some kind of grudging trust had been formed between them. Then, the dog went missing. Rumours were that another snarling hound chased it straight outContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: Gone, but”

100-Word Fiction: ‘Squares: 25 X 4’

Stuffy and straightlaced, that’s a square. A word parents say, or are. Fearful, inward-looking, conservative, old-fashioned and boring. Boring most of all. That’s a square. And the box shape of houses, dotted along roads. Little boxes with hats on, regulation size and order. Boring. Terraces and semis, square gardens, rooms. Or the symmetrical flats andContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Squares: 25 X 4’”