Month: November 2018
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DIGGER!
‘Digger!’ he shouted from the back seat. Where did it come from, this fascination with any construction or agricultural machine? Tractors, cement mixers, dumper trucks, combine harvesters, even bin lorries – all of them elicited a squeal of joy upon sight. And so we all joined in with my son’s enthusiasm. ‘So it is, that’s…
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THE KELPIE
He appeared naked, emerging from the mist hanging over the loch. Mhairi stopped scrubbing the shirt. His torso was chiselled, the hair a dark mane, his eyes a piercing green. When the water no longer covered the top of his legs she knew she should look away, but she stared, as in a trance. He…
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A SENSE OF CALM
She deserved this. Work could be put on the back burner for a couple of weeks. The children were with her parents. The tail end of summer was just warm enough to wear a sleeveless top and a short skirt, while around her the countryside was turning from lush green to golden yellow and orange.…
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PERFECTION
Gustav sat on his foldout chair, staring at the carved tree trunk. The gathered crowd waited for his next movement. The Monterey Wood Carving Festival had finished two weeks ago. The other sculptures had since been removed. Gustav had become a local celebrity. He would leave when he was sure it was finished. He picked up…
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THE YARN SPINNER
‘Let me spin you a yarn,’ said the storyteller to the girl. ‘Once there was an young lady who sat with needle and thread,’ she began. ‘She sat all day darning all sorts of items from socks to sheets. ‘She took no money, but was grateful for gifts of thanks. ‘None of the villagers knew…
Iain Kelly 