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THE GARDEN ROOM
An extension proved too expensive, but Agnes insisted she needed more space. ‘How can I be expected to be creative with you in the same room?’ ‘I don’t get in your way,’ Archie replied. ‘You slurp. You chew. You exhale!’ Suitably chastised, Archie investigated a garden room. He would lose his flowerbeds, but he would…
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THE SECRETS OF A LADY
The detective looked at the cluttered space. Perhaps the motive for killing a harmless elderly woman, known for her successful fiction novels, was hidden among the mess on this desk. He pulled open a drawer, careful to avoid the stains of red blood. Nothing there, but when he tried to close it, the drawer hit…
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MOTIONS
‘That which we call a rose. By any other name would smell as sweet.’ ‘Aachoo!’ ‘Bless you.’ ‘Sorry.’ *** It should have been a warning sign, a red flag. I should have realised the romance was over then. Now here we are, decades of existing later, but not living, not really. He still buys me…
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FERTILISATION
The flowers have come up well this year. White and red, her favourite colours. She arrives. I hope to impress. She glances at them, nods a little, makes a note on her clipboard. It’s over in less than ten minutes and she’s gone. All that work. A week later. The results are emailed to the…
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Iain Kelly 