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THE BUTTERFLY FARMER
‘That really works?’ I asked pointing at the patterned umbrella. ‘It seems to draw them out.’ ‘Besides from look nice, what do butterflies do anyway?’ ‘They pollinate, they control other insect numbers, they indicate a healthy environment.’ A Red Admiral with it’s black and orange wings fluttered around us. The old lady swooshed her net…
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OLD JANE
595, that’s what Jane had told me right enough. It didn’t figure, her being how I remembered her from school an’ all, and the house I was looking at now. Back then she had lived in this real palatial house, her father was some hot-shot lawyer type. How had she ended up in this dump?…
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THE LAST VETERAN
Ebb and flow, waving goodbye, waving hello. So the sea goes, ceaselessly. Old feet on fresh sand. The water no longer running red. Memories crashing inside his head like waves on the shore. Creaking knees bend, arthritic hands dig into the ground. One old tear trickles down weathered skin. He will never visit again. He…
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MINOR CONCERTO
He scanned the musical notes on the page, hearing the flowing melody in his mind, the various sections of the orchestra taking the lead as his concerto ebbed and flowed, rose and fell, insisted and reserved. Reaching the thunderous crescendo, he took the standing ovation. He glanced at the clock. Five minutes until the client…
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THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE
Day Twenty-Two: Today we climbed to the peak above our valley and staked our flag. We had an official ceremony with just original the founders of the New State of America. Later we joined the others building the wall around our border. We don’t want to build barriers, but we have to do something to…
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Iain Kelly 