100-Word Fiction: ‘The Yard Sweepers’

…’kin ’ell, said the new lad. Look at the state of it though.

Better get started then ain’t ye.

But. I mean. Who the fuck’d’ve left it like this?

Been like it fer years mate.

Yer fuckin jokin.


Nah, I mean, but mate. My first day n’all?

You got it. You wanna be back again?

Well yeah, course.

Well ’en: s’all yours.

Nah but.

Brooms in the lock-up. See if ye can get it clean n’ keep it clean.


No buts geez. Gotta be done. N’keep smilin. They like a smile.



…’kin ’ell though. The state.