a celebratory glass of champagne
I’d never heard of the credit crunch. It reminds me of a proverb about a fool and his money . . . hello, meet the fool.
Late evening July sun is setting over Waterloo Bridge. There are magnificent views. I can see the London Eye, Royal Festival Hall and the Houses of Parliament.
If I rest my elbows on this parapet, and balance on my toes, I’ll be able to lean over and gaze into the river. Interfering do-gooders, what are you staring at?
Hypnotised by old Father Thames, I plunge into darkness. I’ll soon be celebrating death’s quick release.
About the author
Alan has been writing short stories for eleven years. In 2011 he made the short list for one story and was a prize winner for flash fiction. He also won first prize, of £100, in a poetry competition in 2013. The three accolades were awarded by the best-selling UK magazine for writers. His work has been read out on Internet radio and published in hard copy magazines and e-zines. He has also been published in CaféLit anthologies.
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