Category: Friday Fictioneers
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STATIONARY STATIONERY
New Year. New me.Resolutions. Not new ones. The same ones as last year, but this time I’m going to stick to them. Get up, get moving, shift the pounds, feel the burn. No more lounging around the house in pyjamas. Dress for success. Productivity is the key. New stationery organised. Ready for work. Not sure…
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ALL GONE
They haven’t gone, the Christmas Angels.They’re hiding from me.Waiting. In the shadows.Ready to step out into the twinkling lights.Reflecting in the dirty puddles.Shimmering and blurred.Walking along the empty streets.The closed shops, the dead cafés.An open door.Please sir, can you help me?An inviting arm around my shoulder.The warmth of the hallway.Shut out the cold Eve.His smiling…
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ROGUE AGENT
My wrists were tied to a wooden bar. The door closed and I was alone. A switch clicked and light flooded the room and spilled through the fabric of the sack over my head. ‘Hello?’ A hand pulled the sack away and I looked into his face. ‘So you found me,’ he said. ‘What should…
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ANNIVERSARY
15th of May every year, Frank and Bill met at the bench. They reminisced about old times. About meeting their sweethearts that day on the rollercoaster at Coney Island. About the lives they’d had together. The good times. The sad times. About growing old and being alone. ‘Ready?’ ‘Of course!’ Then they’d ride the rollercoaster…
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AESTHETICALLY PLEASING
How they had mocked him at Right-Angle Brick Co.: What’s wrong with an old-fashioned rectangle? A deformed brick gave him the inspiration, he had to make order out of its irregularity. And here it was, laid out across the town square, each polygon snugly slotting together (debate still raged about whether they qualified as hexadecagons).…
Iain Kelly 