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This section of the page normally features a recent piece of flash fiction, but right at the moment I'm delving into a rare area.
A COLD WIND FROM THE EAST
What words can shield against the shelling in the night
Cruise missiles fuelled by your power lust?
How can our children learn what’s wrong and right
When their dreams and future lie crumbled in the dust?
Your propaganda calls us “puppets of the West”,
“Fascists”, while scores of towns and cities burn
To keep your acolytes impressed
Your jack-boots gain you lebensraum.
I see the glacial eyes and the dirty hand
Of a playground thug, an untrained dog
Pissing on the pavement to claim some land
Yet masquerading as a demagogue.
Beyond redemption for your evil done
I’d pray for your soul, if you had one.
Featured Flash Fiction
I write a lot of flash fiction – most Fridays, in fact. Mine is always exactly 100 words long. You can find much more of it in the archive, and you can download my free ebooks 100 Not Out and 200 Not Out. If you'd like to give it a try yourself, visit the site I also edit, Friday Flash Fiction.
IN ANY COLOUR
We'd spent a hot afternoon trailing around the city centre clothes shops, trying to find something she could wear to that evening's party. I said she'd look great in a bin bag, but she wasn't convinced. She was fat, she said, the wrong shape – and depressed.
Later, sitting in a cafe, she threw in something else: she'd felt that some of the sales assistants had assumed that she was only there to shoplift. Because she was black, she said. You wouldn't understand, she said.
An honest smile is attractive in any colour, I said.
Suddenly, right then, she looked stunning.
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