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A FINAL FAREWELL
Sweep, sweep. I watch the worker brush the final bits of debris into the pile of rubble. The abandoned café had been the perfect spot. That’s why I’d used it. The area was a wasteland of crumbling warehouses, forsaken ghettos and no witnesses. Then the Port Authority announced their plans for waterfront renewal. Millions of…
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THE HOUND ON THE MOOR
‘What do you think, a cow?’ Arthur poked the skull with his stick. ‘Possibly, or a large hound.’ ‘Strange, sitting here in the middle of an empty moor. A deer I could understand. I wonder how it got here.’ James puffed on his pipe. ‘Well, let’s have a closer look. The evidence is all there,…
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MY HUSBAND AND HIS LOVER
‘That’s the trouble with these old stone houses. They’re built like forts, to keep the enemy out. But once the enemy is within, it means it’s difficult to escape. Little slits instead of windows, only one door. You know, they used to tax homeowners based on the number of windows in their house, so everyone…
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THE LIFE OF DANIEL
‘So, Daniel, a winged lion?’ ‘That’s right, yes.’ ‘And what do you think this vision of a winged lion might represent?’ ‘Perhaps the coming apocalypse.’ ‘That’s a little extreme, don’t you think? Is there anything else you can tell me about your dream?’ ‘There’s also a funny-looking bear, a four-headed leopard and a beast with…
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STREET HUSTLER
This was her spot. Ideally quiet away from traffic at the end of the alley, yet near enough to the main roads of the city centre to guarantee custom. She had fought off challengers over the last few months. Not just other, older, more experienced girls who knew a prime sight when they saw one,…
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Iain Kelly 