100-Word Fiction: ‘The Storm of St Lou’

Yeah can you get some now now Hear it comin’ yeah yeah Howlin’ howlin’ oh yeah howl howl All the way and back and down down Down the line now baby Oh come on now keep it yeah Storm is raising Storm is raising Storm is raising Can you hear it rainin’ rain rain WhistleContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘The Storm of St Lou’”

100-Word Fiction: ‘Red Thread’

Was there a time before the freedoms that still endure, before the storms that swept the sands, where what we watched unfold bore some resemblance to reality? Once, I think, after the first of the degradations had been suffered, we still imagined the aimless orbit of missiles around the void of an ethical centre. NotContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Red Thread’”

100-Word Fiction: ‘Wild’

As the leaves were ripped from the trees one wild weekend, and a paper cup scuttled down the street, and the clouds were driven by, and the concrete towered high, and the feathers of a hat were bowed, and the sound of drums echoed, and the rifles saluted, and the cannons rolled, and the crowdsContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Wild’”