Fiction Writing
JOHN ROBINSON REPORTING BBC NEWS 'You can see behind me the Union Bridge in it's raised position. This ability to raise and lower the bridge was only installed a little over a year ago when the Scottish Government decided they needed a get out, a little insurance, should England again vote for Theresa May to … Continue reading MAY-DAY
She sells sea shells on the seashore. He crafts handmade furniture from driftwood he finds on the beach. The rich tourists throw them looks of disgust and wave them on. Occasionally one of them makes a sale. Enough to put food on the table and clothe their child. She dreams of the land across the … Continue reading SHE SELLS SEA SHELLS
An endless wall. In the middle a black door. In front of it signs reading: 'No Entry.' 'If no-one is allowed to enter, why have a door at all?' Qiáng asked. 'So that those on the other side can expel people out.' Mǐn replied. 'So it is an exit only?' Mǐn shook her head and smiled. 'It … Continue reading NO ENTRY
Day Twenty-Two: Today we climbed to the peak above our valley and staked our flag. We had an official ceremony with just original the founders of the New State of America. Later we joined the others building the wall around our border. We don't want to build barriers, but we have to do something to … Continue reading THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE
A STORY OF VITUPERATION IN VIENNA, AUSTRIA ‘A poor turnout. I thought there would have been more.’ Steiner looked out over the square. Behind the protesters the Hofburg, the Presidential Palace, sat unperturbed, protected by the line of police in riot gear. ‘How many are you counting?’ Valentina scanned the gathering, ‘A few thousand, five … Continue reading V IS FOR VIENNA, AUSTRIA
