You wouldn’t know you’re in the middle of the city down here. It’s quiet, unless you throw pieces of bread into the canal. Then ducks and coots race each other for the prize. Fight each other for it. Maybe fighting is normal? But ducks and coots are two different species. People shouldn’t fight. They’re the same species, they should look out for each other.
Then why is everybody fighting? Kids at school. Passengers on the bus. Customers in shops. Footballers on the pitch. No escaping it.
Time to go home. Where Mum and Dad will be fighting. No escaping it.
In other news: My story Umpteenth Service, which started life as Hitting ’em Hard for FFfAW, has won the April Paper Swans flash fiction competition. I’m delighted! You’ll also find the link to the story on this page, if you care.