<description>&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;This is Drabbletober, the podcast of tiny fiction.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;Hello, and welcome to Drabbletober. This is an occasional bonus episode, for the first of July, 2025. I'm Elizabeth Guilt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;Your one-hundred word story for the day is: Rapprochement&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;Everyone remembers Gracie Carousel's wartime radio broadcasts. They cheered us, gave us heart. Even when her husband disappeared, she kept us hoping. Every day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;When Occupation ended, Gracie emerged from hiding, to universal acclaim. Then a newspaper finally found her husband.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;They met, grasping each other's hands after twenty years. In front of a thousand reporters. she whispered to him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;"You're not my husband. You're taller. Who are you?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;"A resistance fighter who saw the real Gracie Carousel executed before the war ended. Are you going to rob our country of this happy ending?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;Together, they smiled for the cameras.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;Take care, everyone, and I'll see you again sometime.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>

A tiny story for July 1st, 2025.

"Rapprochement" is a tiny fiction story for July 1st, 2025.

Bonus Episode 4: “Rapprochement”

<description>&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;This is Drabbletober, the podcast of tiny fiction.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;Hello, and welcome to Drabbletober. This is an occasional bonus episode, for the first of June, 2025. I'm Elizabeth Guilt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;Your one-hundred word story for the day is: How I Live My Life According To My Friend Simon's Advice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;Simon once told me that you forget things when you walk through doors. I laughed, but he was right. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;I started writing grocery lists in the kitchen. When travelling, I packed toiletries in the bathroom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;At work, I preferred to talk to colleagues at my desk so information didn't fall into meeting-room doorways. Eventually, I found it easier to work from home; catch up with friends over Zoom; order my food online.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;I pulled my bed into the living room. Then my wardrobe, then a camping stove. A hose. A bucket. I sit at the centre.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;And I remember everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;Simon is a real person, by the way, although I don't think he listens to this podcast. He really did tell me about what's known as the Doorway Effect. I haven't quite reached the extremes in this story. Not yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;Take care, everyone, and I'll see you again sometime.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;https://www.elizabethguilt.com/drabbletober/june1bonus&lt;/p&gt;</description>

A tiny story for June 1st, 2025.

"How I Live My Life According To My Friend Simon's Advice" is a tiny fiction story for June 1st, 2025.

Bonus Episode 3: "How I Live My Life According To My Friend Simon's Advice"

<description>&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;This is Drabbletober, the podcast of tiny fiction.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;Hello, and welcome to Drabbletober. This is an occasional bonus episode, for the first of May, 2025. I'm Elizabeth Guilt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;Your one-hundred word story for the day is: Tea for the Dawn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;Dorothy opens the front door, and sighs. The other cottages - new thatch, smart paint, tightly-locked gates - are all dark at the windows. The village green is empty, and quiet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;Seventy years ago, there'd been crowds; everyone singing and cheering.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;Sixty years ago, she'd stayed up all night, and stood swaying and laughing to watch the dancers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;Fifty years. She'd wondered if she'd ever get Annie to sleep with all that racket outside. Forty. She'd woken Annie up and they'd watched together. Thirty, twenty... People move on. Times change.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;Dorothy smiles. raises her mug to the dawn, and welcomes the May.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;It's the first of May. Across the UK, ritual dancers of all kinds will have been up at dawn to dance up the sun, making sure summer returns for another year. Don't forget to say thank you to your local morris team.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;Take care, everyone, and I'll see you again sometime.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;https://www.elizabethguilt.com/drabbletober/may1bonus&lt;/p&gt;</description>

A tiny story for May 1st, 2025.

"Tea for the Dawn" is a tiny fiction story for May 1st, 2025.

Bonus Episode 2: "Tea for the Dawn"

<description>&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;This is Drabbletober, the podcast of tiny fiction.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;Hello, and welcome to Drabbletober. This is an occasional bonus episode, released because I felt like it. I'm Elizabeth Guilt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;Your one-hundred word story for the day is: Bruisetown.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;The town probably had a name on the map, but everyone called it Bruisetown. Its residents were pallid; blue stains across their cheeks, bruises ringing their necks and wrists and sullen eyes. Linger too long on the road, and mottled grey crept across the backs of your hands. Even the sea had a stewed, purple-green tinge. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;Occasionally, someone made it out. They would win every bareknuckle fight for miles, taking punch after punch, then collect their prizes and go right back to Bruisetown. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;Even stumbling from the ring, they'd stare at our unmarked faces, eyes full of nothing but pity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;Recently, I had to do some audio editing, and discovered I couldn't remember how to do even the basics. I thought I'd better put together a Drabbletober episode, just to check I could remember how. If you're listening to this, I guess I did?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;Take care, everyone, and I'll see you again sometime.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-rte-preserve-empty="true" style="white-space:pre-wrap;"&gt;https://www.elizabethguilt.com/drabbletober/march28bonus&lt;/p&gt;</description>

A tiny story for March 28th, 2025.

"Bruisetown" is a tiny speculative fiction story for March 28th, 2025.

Bonus Episode 1: "Bruisetown"

<description>&lt;p&gt;This is Drabbletober, the podcast of tiny fiction.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hello, and welcome to Drabbletober. This is episode 31, for Thursday the 31st of October 2024, and I'm Elizabeth Guilt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your one-hundred word story for the day is: The Ghost of the Future&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Peter shucks off the hated school trousers and shirt, and takes more comfortable clothes from the very back of the wardrobe. A double bedsheet, with neat eyeholes, completes the outfit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Arms raised, the ghost checks carefully in the bathroom mirror.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Going to the party?" asks Mum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Wooooo!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Very scary, Pete. Enjoy yourself. Be a good boy."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Nooooooo!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the village hall, vampires and witches are already eating cake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Who are you?" demands Frankenstein's monster.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I am the ghost of Sarah."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They laugh, and shrug, and call the ghost Sarah all night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Under the bedsheet, she smooths her dress and smiles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that's it for Drabbletober 2024. If you've been listening for the whole of October, then thanks for coming along for the ride.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take care, everyone, and I'll see you again sometime.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;https://www.elizabethguilt.com/drabbletober/episode31&lt;/p&gt;</description>

A tiny story for October 31st, 2024.

"The Ghost of the Future" is a tiny speculative fiction story for October 31st, 2024.

Episode 31: "The Ghost of the Future"

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