Category: Flash Fiction
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LIVING IT UP AT THE HOTEL INFERNO
Frank opened his door, bleary-eyed, towel over shoulder, wash bag in hand. The queue for the bathroom stretched down the corridor, the usual faces. He nodded to a few as he walked past and reached the end of the line. Hot cobbles burned the souls of his feet, singeing the flesh. Others swayed from side-to-side…
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SANCTUARY
He cowered in the shadows. Outside he could hear the screams and the howling. The others had left him. They promised to return by nightfall. Until then he was on his own. Footsteps pounded past the opening. He held his breath until they faded away. How long did he have left? How long before they…
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AFTERMATH
Pale skin made her standout. Too many heads turned in her direction. Assassinations make people suspicious. Years of civil war did that to a country. The heat was heavy and oppressive. The hotel, a ramshackle construction of tin roofs and wooden struts, teetering on collapse. The receptionist, red lips and false eyelashes, eyed her as…
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THE WOLF’S LAIR
Kaufmann swept the final bundle of wood shavings into the wheelbarrow and stretched his aching back. ‘Hör nicht auf,’ the supervisor yelled at him. ‘Schnell, schnell.’ Exhausted, Kaufmann put the broom and spade into the barrow and took up the handles. He waddled as quickly as his skinny frame could manage, clearing the road just…
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OLD PETE AND THE WATER NYMPHS
‘Now, can everyone see okay? Gather in a bit closer.’ The Local Art and History tour group shuffled around into a curve in front of the large block of stone. ‘This is a shrine to one of our local legends: Old Pete. I expect none of you have heard of Old Pete before, his story…
Iain Kelly 