Category: Flash Fiction

• FLOWERS OF UGANDA

  ‘Pull over here, Kisekka,’ Arnold instructed the driver of the jeep. ‘We are not there yet, Sir,’ Kisekka replied. ‘Kukomesha!’ Arnold utilised one of the few Swahili words he knew. Kisekka brought the jeep to a stop. ‘What’s in there?’ Arnold asked, pointing at the white structures that covered the fields. ‘They grow flowers, Arnold…

  Iain Kelly

  18/03/2017

  creative writing, Flash Fiction, Short Story, What Pegman Saw

  africa, agent, child labour, civil war, creative writing, Fiction, Flash Fiction, flowers, Idi Amin, jeep, kampala, literature, rural, secret service, Short Story, spy, story, swahili, uganda, weapons factory, What Pegman Saw, Writing, writing prompt

• THE GIANT’S POCKET WATCH

  

  Leonard woke and rubbed his head. A few too many last night at the annual Spring Harvest festival. He should have steered clear of the cider. He put his hand in his pocket to find his watch missing. He must have dropped it on the way home last night. *** Emily looked at the huge…

  Iain Kelly

  15/03/2017

  creative writing, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Short Story

  Cider, comedy, creative writing, English village, fantasy, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Giant, Hangover, humor, humour, literature, Pocket watch, Short Story, story, Village, watch, Writing, writing prompt

• BUDGET SPACE TRAVEL

  

  The train arrived at Prestwick Spaceport, built adjoining the airport. The heavy spacesuit made the short walk to the terminal difficult for Frank, the boots weighed him down. Since watching an astronaut talk to his school class from the Space Station forty years ago, Frank had dreamed of travelling in space. He had bought the…

  Iain Kelly

  12/03/2017

  creative writing, Flash Fiction, Short Story, Sunday Photo Fiction

  Civilian, comedy, creative writing, Fiction, Flash Fiction, future, humor, humour, literature, Middle-aged, Prestwick, Short Story, Space, Space tourism, Space travel, Spaceport, story, Sunday Photo Fiction, Writing, writing prompt

• GOD BLESS THE CAUSE FOR WHICH I DIE

  The St. Patrick’s Day celebrations were over. An old drunk started singing ‘The Dying Rebel.’ ‘I never would have thought those songs would be anything but historical,’ said the red-haired woman. ‘I never thought they’d put up a border posts across Ireland again,’ the man replied. He looked at the woman. ‘We need to make…

  Iain Kelly

  11/03/2017

  creative writing, Flash Fiction, Short Story, What Pegman Saw

  America, bomb, border, brexit, britain, consequences, creative writing, Dublin, europe, european union, Fiction, Flash Fiction, ireland, literature, northern ireland, politics, republican, Short Story, st patrick’s day, story, terrorism, the dying rebel, the troubles, war, What Pegman Saw, Writing, writing prompt

• THE DYING LIGHT

  My life gathered round. Eve, the passionate glowing flames, lightening the dark. Martha and Olivia, flickering young embers floating playfully. Mother and father, wisps of smoke dissipating. The campfire warmth fades. A life that burned brightly ends. The cold shadow of night envelops. Farewell, sweet Earth. I drift away. Written for the Scottish Book Trust’s monthly 50-word Fiction…

  Iain Kelly

  10/03/2017

  50 Word Fiction, creative writing, Flash Fiction, poem

  50 Word Fiction, campfire, dark, Death, embers, Fiction, flames, Flash Fiction, life, light, mood piece, poem, prose poem, scottish book trust, Writing, writing prompt