100-Word Fiction: ‘His Time’

Charles had bunked off. There was some story about his mum, but they were only told that he had terrible hayfever. While he was away friends started telling tales, bad things. And though not many would have known Charles’s influence, in his absence the playground became raucous. There were fights. The girls goaded the boys.Continue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘His Time’”

100-Word Fiction: ‘Down the Lonning’

– What are the white flowers in the grass? – Cow parsley, said John. – No, no, Alex starkly corrected him: it’s Queen Anne’s Lace. She held his stare. He turned around and started down the lonning. – Maybe May flower, something, he said. – What was that? – Nothing. Nothing. Jack ran up toContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Down the Lonning’”

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 everyoneContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘If At Times There Is Not Enough Time’”

100-Word Fiction: ‘Autumn Passings’

It’s when, these mornings, that someone passes in the road and says hello and I don’t know what to do, and I clam up, or I hang my head slightly and whisper Hi, or Alright?, like the sullen teenager I was. And I wonder why I can’t reply confidently, head up, even now, after theseContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Autumn Passings’”

100-Word Fiction: ‘Sometimes When’

Sometimes when it feels to her as if everyone is waiting for some small event to breathe life into a suffocating world, she is found attending to memories. She tries to catch absences as they arrive; the past as it claims the present; the futures that crumble at a touch; the goings as they’re coming.Continue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Sometimes When’”