England's Dreaming

Avatar Author: Malcolm Ramsay Once I wrote, and it was a gas; soon found out I had a brain of glass. Plotting is hard- soon did I find that detail's the devil, striking me blind. Now I try, try to take it easy writing small and fine, build the plots u... Read Bio

On the fourth- or was it fifth?- day of the riots that the news was carefully not calling a revolution, she had to leave the flat for food.

She cautiously left the apartment building, glancing furtively down each alley and side-street as she walked to the supermarket. The idiot eyes that were broken windows stared at her as she scuttled from cover to cover and the shops drooled glass from the slack jaws of their product displays; she caught gut-wrenching whiffs of tear gas from time to time, and once some kids in hoodies, the oldest of whom couldn’t have been more than fourteen, raced past her, shouting about “…da Feds, fam, innit!”

Fires burned out of eyeshot, plumes of thick, black smoke rising above the city, but there were no sirens. An unmarked helicopter thwacked overhead once, but it was heading south, towards the coast.

After two or three hours, she returned to the flat with bread, cheese, bottles of water- and a nice pair of trainers that she found. After all, she didn’t break the window…

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  1. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    Nice job setting a scene and a generally quiet/lonely feeling in the midst of chaos. Loved the last line as well, a bit of rationalization in the midst of it all. Also liked that the cause for the riots is left out of it.

  2. Avatar Abby (LoA)

    Is this based on the Birmingham riots? I live here and it really wasn’t that exciting. Great ficly though =)
    Abby x

  3. Avatar Malcolm Ramsay

    “Inspired” by the riots last year (staying up watching the news come in from places I used to live…), bouncing off Doris Lessing’s “Memoirs of a Survivor”. It’s an unspecified collapse; I seem to be seeing those a lot just now… :-/

  4. Avatar Sanglorian

    Haha, great ending. It pops the fear which you built up through the rest of the story very nicely.

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