100-Word Fiction: ‘The Julian Calendar’

The Julian calendar. That antiquated thing? Was it so imprecise? Is it so outmoded? It is reckoned that its faults caused our horological measurements to be incorrect by about three days every four centuries. But no calendar is precise. We divide up time as best we can and then continue to tell our stories, filling the hours while the world spins off through the solar system. I hear the Julian calendar is still used by the Berber people of North Africa, and on Mount Athos, and maybe by occasional journalists who have not forgotten the fables of yesteryear – or yesterday.

100-Word Fiction: ‘Goldilocks’

On account of his hair, they called him Goldilocks. He did like porridge too and sometimes had it for breakfast, sat at his desk, checking his emails. He worked quietly, slotting CDs into the disk drive and humming along to songs by Lady Gaga – his favourite! It took his mind off the wretchedness of his existence. He believed his position was hypocritical and hated the duplicity of his bosses who were always absent or in secret meetings. He did his own work, with data. It was a key to a world that no one knew. But they would, very soon.