Category: Friday Fictioneers
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RAMBLIN’ MAN
It would be nice to stay, sitting in his chair under the trees, letting the sunlight warm his face. But his instinct said it was time to move on. He’d done all he could here: broke a few hearts, sowed some seeds of dissent, encouraged a few minor indiscretions. In time, the place would fall,…
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I’LL CRY IF I WANT TO…
He sat at the playground, alone. No one had turned up. He’d invited everyone. Now he sat listening to the rain splatter against the plastic roof. He never got a birthday party. His mum had told him – it was too expensive. ‘But Georgia invited the whole class to Air Thrill!’ he protested. ‘Lucky her,…
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IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH
Well, I couldn’t get rid of all the memories of you after all. I tried to be good. It was something we always said we would only do together. I just never planned for you leaving me alone so soon. I don’t want you to think I’m being unfaithful. I think you would want me…
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FOR RICHER, FOR POORER, FOR BETTER, FOR WORSE
Time to do it, enough putting it off, you’ve been gone six months now. As difficult as it is, there’s something therapeutic about clearing out your belongings. Especially in the garage. All the little knick-knacks you’ve kept over the years, never to be used. Some I can sort into boxes, some I can give to…
Iain Kelly 