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Change is now – 100 words
Change is now Her menopause drove her mad, she couldn’t cope, poor old thing. They nod like the bobbing penises on a jogging squad of naked bigots and say ‘ah, that explains it.’ Hot flushes – outrageous cliches. Whisper it: The Change. You’re damned right it’s change – a furious excoriating tornado of change. […]
Trust – 100 words
Trust Can I be sure my car’s broken thing cost £340 plus VAT? Which of the 0.6% of the population who are psychopaths will I see today? What’s really going on in my healthy body? Will the drivers all keep control on the bend beside this pavement? Are they sober? Is this best-ever price cheaper […]
Strings attached – 100 words
Strings attached My love is unconditional – an animal born in viscera. Hardwired. Evolved. Oxytocin enchantment distracted me from my enslavement. The journey began with keeping that outraged and unshelled tyrant alive. Hormone drunk, I vowed to nourish and protect – no matter what – and my noble intention did endure the most unreasonable of […]
Hope – 100 words
Hope There’s an old man buying flowers twisted fingers fumbling for change, I smile and hope they are welcomed with a kiss and put into the same glass vase she’s used for years – a wedding present – because then I’ll know that love can be true and not just a story told to sell […]
Hag stone – 100 words
Hag stone Whatever I wear, like magic, it’s in my pocket. Smooth and comfortable in the heart of my palm. The tips of my fingers dance it over and over in the fluff and crumbs. I hardly know I’m doing it. There’s a rhythm to the turning tipping one moment into the next like the […]
4pm, Sunday, England – 100 words
4pm, Sunday, England A crisp packet cartwheels from the gutter – alone in its exuberance. The final witness, a thin black cat shrugs and slithers off to who knows where. Bare trees shudder and behind dead-eyed windows, gravy-streaked dishes are wiped and put back in cupboards. Leftovers decanted. Homework is remembered. We slump – mourning […]
In the end – 100 words
In the end The day went awry – trivial, irritate you to your core kind of awry: machines that don’t start and mess that won’t stop. You know, the kind… plans slithering through my fingers, time relentlessly cranking. So, empty handed, I went to the woods where dead leaves scurried around my ankles and blank-eyed […]