Category: Fiction
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B IS FOR BICYCLE
Sand paused once more at the grave of his wife before turning away. He walked back to the bench he had sat at and picked up his bicycle. The cemetery was at the top of a hill, Sand free-wheeled down the path, scattering tourists along the way. The rush of air, leaving the resting place…
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A IS FOR ANT
Anders Sand sat on the bench and looked at the graves of Henrik Ibsen and Edvard Munch, situated only metres apart. There was a steady trickle of tourists wandering past, pausing to show respect or at least recognition, and then moving on. A strange thing to do on holiday, Sand thought, to visit death. Our…
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COLLECTED SKETCHES
To mark the end of the year, and as a first attempt in the world of self-publishing, I’ve gathered together a collection of short stories and flash fiction from my blog and published it on Amazon Kindle and as a paperback. I hope you can find the time to have a look. I’m grateful for…
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IMPENDING
‘And now at twenty-nine minutes past eight, a summary of the headlines with Zeb Soanes. You’re listening to the Today programme on BBC Radio Four.’ Harry snapped the car radio off. He’d already heard the morning headlines twice. More protestations of doom for the National Health Service. Someone moaning about exiting the European Union and…
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MONDAY IN THE OFFICE
‘Another Monday,’ thought Alison as she gulped down the last of her daily caffeine hit. She looked round the office. Phil was beavering away as always, plugged into his computer, oblivious to the world. Janice and Pat were gossiping by the kettle, casting looks at Colette, who was sitting touching up her make-up for the…
Iain Kelly 