MicroFlashFiction: Short Stories and Experimental Narratives: April 2018

Money made here, leaves here

O ble mae'r bobl wedi mynd?

steve coel

O ble mae'r bobl wedi mynd?

steve coel

Money made here, leaves here. [ Draft ]

steve coel

Voice Over:

you accept new rules

when you step

through the hole

in this fence.

new laws.

because things here
will get broken.

what is left is unwanted.

busy corridors are still

marked on the ground,

worn lino and blunt nails

have replaced rooms

walls and doors.

here you step carelessly

through memories,

where even unseen

spray can imaginations

flake from neglect.

money once made here

has now left.

for good.

REPEAT.

An 11.59 Publication, Birmingham / London

Part 1: Outside like.

suppose story starts on the street
outside like.
always a good place
to start a story i reckons.
begins with police searching a car.
wrong car as it happens.
other footies is holding some guy
against a wall while
others check his jacket
in doorway of the adult store.
i understands
they won't find nothing.

Part 2 : Busy Day.

sunny day.
busy day.
bad atmosphere.
looks being passed
between people trying hard
not to know each other.
failing badly.
should do better.
so, what's the story then?

Part 3 : Early for Some.

morning. early for some.
late for others.
someone, it seems,
is clearly not making it
through the day
is getting desperate
and is needing
some action pretty quick.
like right away.
so.
quick snatch job is all.
bad call is what it is.
being watched see.
being watched
quite closely as it happens.
decision time.
for me.
do i
let it go,
or carry on waiting?
or do i move in
blow cover?
luckily,
for all involved
uniformed footie steps in.
very lucky.

Part 4 : Laugh That.

bit of a chase.
laugh that.
likes a good chase,
who doesn't?
security joined in too.
laugh that also.
though twats they are
for joining in
cos peoples quick round here
when opportunity arises.
so it is.
quick in and out,
even though they knows
cameras sees them all.
and they knows
security'll speak
to them later.
poor bastards.
but hey, what you going to do?
i'll have a word
prior like,
it's what i does,
my job.
like i tells you, my street.
so that's the back story.
reckons you knows the rest...

carry on waiting [ Draft 2, Tin Collector,
[ A Series of Micro Flash Fictions ]
- Steve Coel, 2015 / 2018
An 11.59 Publication, Birmingham / London