Around six, the building heat turned to a violent thunderstorm, its rain rapidly erasing all signs of earlier pleasure.
And that was it for another year: Britain’s summer, one fine day, just like Madam Butterfly.
Gordon Lawrie |
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Barely a cloud was visible across the wide expanse of blue sky. In parks and on beaches, sun-lovers of all ages enjoyed the weather: twenty-seven degrees, the warmest of the year. Many had shed more clothing than perhaps was wise – they’d suffer the next day – but this was good time, time not for working but forsharing with friends and family instead. Ice cream stalls prospered.
Around six, the building heat turned to a violent thunderstorm, its rain rapidly erasing all signs of earlier pleasure. And that was it for another year: Britain’s summer, one fine day, just like Madam Butterfly. Comments are closed.
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Flash FictionFlash fiction is very, very short fiction indeed - short stories of any sort of length from a Haiku to ten minutes' reading. Good for when you're in a hurry. This series is a selection of contributions to Friday Flash Fiction, where there's a limit of 100 words. I try to make all mine exactly 100 words. Archives
January 2021
100 NOT OUT
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