Category: Flash Fiction
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SHE SELLS SEA SHELLS
She sells sea shells on the seashore. He crafts handmade furniture from driftwood he finds on the beach. The rich tourists throw them looks of disgust and wave them on. Occasionally one of them makes a sale. Enough to put food on the table and clothe their child. She dreams of the land across the…
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SEMI-SKIMMED DIPLOMACY
‘I need to hear whatever is said at that summit. I don’t care how you manage it!’ Field Agent Malone was tasked with delivering the American President’s command. Now he sat in an office in Seoul, while 50 kilometres north, on the 38th Parallel, the leaders of North and South Korea prepared to meet. As…
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VIEW ASKEW
‘He’s very proud of it,’ Agnes looked out the kitchen window, sipping from her G & T. Her friend, Winnie, peered out alongside her. There were a series of bumps and bangs from the skewed wooden shed, before Archie emerged from the door. ‘At least it’s kept him occupied for the summer.’ Winnie commented. ‘It’s…
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THE FALL
The car swept him through the city. As he looked out he saw the city he had built. The banks, the hotels, the casinos – he owned a piece of all of them. An empire that seemed impregnable. An empire that could no longer protect him. He thought back. That weekend in the country. Meeting…
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ROXY
The Encore, Downtown Vegas. Glitz and glamour away from the gaudy Strip and the drug-riddled suburb slums. The waitresses. All young, slim, white. Wearing just enough. There’s Roxy. Wearing just enough to conceal the mic. All the big guns will be there: Sam G., Carlos, Big Joe. He’s trusted enough to organise the AGM. He’s…
Iain Kelly 