Every Friday authors from around the world gather here to share their 100-words and offer constructive crit and encouragement to each other. This creates a wonderful opportunity for free reading of very fresh fiction! Readers are encouraged to comment as well.
There was a catwalk across the carpark. After the warehouse was demolished, it was still a door-sized hole, so we filled it with a door. We used to joke about inviting undesirables to use the tradesman’s entrance. “Mind the step!”
After the riots, my head was all over the place. A night in a cell, then the copper let me go. “I could charge you with wasting police time, but that would just be more shit I don’t have time to do.” I think he understood me: I can’t imagine how. “You can’t solve the world’s problems. You didn’t kill anyone.”