Category: creative writing
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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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THE DISAPPEARED
P for Protection. That’s what he thought anyway, huddled under the El track. Every ten minutes the shudder of the metal stanchion and the clackety roar reminded him he was still alive. Frank from the Pizza place came out and nodded to him. Handed him a coffee and a leftover slice. Their evening routine. ‘Any […]
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SIGN YOUR NAME
‘Add your name.’ There wasn’t much space left on the walls. What had once been grey concrete was now covered in garish name-tags. I found a small corner. ‘Not there,’ Marguerite stopped me. ‘Front and centre.’ ‘There’s no space.’ ‘There’s always room for one more.’ The old lady pointed to a spot in the middle […]
Iain Kelly 