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NEMESIS
I stared at my nemesis. Last night I had thrown the chair into the lake, shouting ‘good riddance’ as I heaved it as far as I could. I heard the splash in the dark. Overnight the lake had frozen. This morning there it was, sitting upright. Waiting for me. Mum saw me looking out the window.…
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SCENE FROM A MARRIAGE
‘What in the name of the Lord is that heap of junk doing here?’ ‘Why it’s the ‘Daisy May.’ You remember, my Grandaddy’s old truck.’ ‘I know what it is, Dennis. I asked what is it doing here, outside my porch.’ ‘Well, Grandma was going to junk it now that Grandaddy has passed on. But…
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ALCOHOLIC
Maisie propped her handmade sign on the dusty old chair. ‘I finished it,’ she announced. Her father looked at the pink and blue flowers and bright childish writing. ‘For sale,’ he read aloud, then looked at his daughter. ‘That’s great, Maisie. What are we selling?’ Maisie gestured to all the junk that filled the garage.…
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PERPETUAL DAYLIGHT
The sun touched the horizon at midnight. As low as it would go for another month. Aboard the Royal Navy brig Fancy, Percy lay awake in his hammock. Even below deck sunlight seeped in. Thomas snored next to him. Percy turned away from him. Another night without sleep. He was exhausted. They had been at anchor blockading…
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The plant pot lay in pieces on the pavement. Iain lay unconscious beside it. He should’ve paid more attention. Lady Wisoff-Fields claimed it was accidental. Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above). Last…
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Iain Kelly 