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DUSK AT THE BORDER
Dusk, the start of the night shift that no one wants to do. Bálint watches the sun dip down across the river, it’s reflection glinting off the water. A week of this to come before he returns to the lazy day shift, relaxing in the warmth of the summer days. In most places, the darkness…
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WITHERED ROSE
She had withered over the cold winter. The gradual process of ageing had taken its final undignified collapse. Francis wheeled her mother outside into the garden, where the morning sunshine had evaporated the dew and birdsong brought promise of the arriving spring. As the rays of light beamed over the frail figure, the hunched back…
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FATHER AND SON
A PROSE POEM: A shallow stream with a pebbled carpet, Dapples of sunlight on a shimmering surface. Bare feet cooled in ripples of water, Shouts and laughter and joyful splashes. A father and a son joined in play, A precious moment clutched from memory. Quiet descends on a father alone, A shadow of…
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AMERICANA
Every Friday night: finished school for the week they gathered at diners before hopping into their daddy’s cars and cruising through the streets, then drag-racing over at the abandoned drive-in on Parsons Street. Every week the private guard at the abandoned drive-in complained at the police station. ‘Teenagers,’ he was told. This new breed of…
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THE ISLAND BETWEEN
Patrick ran along the path, hands spread wide, feeling the tall rapeseed through his fingers. The sky was a deep blue, the sun was shining. It felt good to be out of the stuffy house. For the first time in a week the wind direction on the island had changed and the radioactivity levels had…
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Iain Kelly 