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23 Jan 2025
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99-word fiction: Animal instinct – part II

Following last week’s story, someone (Come on Jacqui and Esther, hands up…) asked me what happened next. I found myself in a South American hellhole to see for myself…

I watched the tail disappear in to the hole. The rat carried a message with my embassy’s number. It was my only chance. Corrupt leaders of failing South American countries are not inclined to treat foreign journalists kindly.

I was known in the town and I had my sympathisers. If the message found its way to one of them, then I had a chance. I laughed at my predicament.

Outside, the rat scurried between stalls, wary of feet and cats. It stopped and sniffed the air, just as a sack slammed over it and left it in the dark.

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16 Jan 2025
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99-word fiction – Animal instinct

Every evening the rat would come to my cell. Then I had an idea. It had taken time. I shared my food every evening, and watched the rat leave in the morning. One day I’d asked for a pencil, another day an elastic band, then a piece of paper. The guards had been stupid.

The little hole in the wall was the only way out of my cell and into the nearby market, maybe someone would find him; someone had to know where I was. I tied the note to the rat, watched him leave then said a prayer.

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13 Jan 2025
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99-word fiction – Moonlight

The full moon lit the winter sky, its cold light streamed through the small window high above the man’s head, and illuminated the white walls which turned the night to day, and glinted off the chrome taps on the steel basin. Even his tin cup of water shone with a small square of light. The man couldn’t sleep, his back felt every lump under the thin mattress. He pulled the blanket around his cold body.

He had once counted the passing of the full moon but had long ago accepted he would never walk free in the moonlight again.

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