Category: Flash Fiction
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PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT
‘Man, all three of you couldn’t hit a barn door. Try again.’ Hank loaded a clay into the thrower. ‘Ready?’ ‘Pull!’ The clay disc fired out over the field. Three shots fired off. The clay landed in one piece a hundred yards away. ‘Dammit, these guns is useless,’ whined Dwight. ‘How we expected to hit…
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LONELINESS
The wind howled round the lighthouse. Jackson looked up at the bright beam as it circled round, shielding his eyes from the driving rain. Satisfied that all was in order he went back inside. He took off his soaked oilskin jacket and walked up the staircase to his bed. The relief wouldn’t be able to…
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HIS DAILY PERAMBLE
The first snow of the winter arrived. He looked out at the path and the fields, transformed, covered in a smooth white cowling. This might be the last time he would see such a sight, the pure untrodden blanket, but he’d thought that every winter for the last decade and still he soldiered on. Each…
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FAMILY REMAINS
After Dad had passed away, it fell to Dave to empty out the family home. In the garden shed, Dave looked at the collection of oil cans. There was no use for them now and they weren’t worth anything. He picked up one and opened the lid. There wasn’t oil inside, it was something else.…
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THE VISIT
We were still heading away from the private beach, the staff on the sand were dots in the distance. ‘Shouldn’t we turn back now, Dad?’ He only smiled and carried on rowing, ‘Just a little further.’ Should I be panicking? This wasn’t some mad attempt at reaching another country, was it? ‘I’ve had enough, Dad.…
Iain Kelly 