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: ‘Horses’

Horses, statuesque and all in line. Black coats, chestnut and white. Lush manes and tails. Snorting horses standing tall. A sight to behold. A historical site. Black riders, yellow vests, black helmets. Fluorescent yellow. A bright flash across a grey street, the muddle of a crowded square, seen from a helicopter, a camera on aContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Horses’”