Category: Friday Fictioneers
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THE BRIDE’S PARENTS
Agnes was getting all the sympathy. Each friend that popped round to see her with flowers and fruit and chocolates gave Archie the same look – a shake of the head, a sigh and raised eyebrows. True, Agnes had her ankle strapped up and needed crutches to get around (although Archie was sure she was…
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BLACK WIDOW
She had spent the entire afternoon lying in the sun. She had chosen her most provocative bikini, the one that left little to the imagination. Her long, bronze legs shimmered. When she lay on her front she undid the strings of her top and let them fall to the side. She had seen him watching…
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ARMISTICE DAY, 1918
‘The decoration’s are a bit much, those candles’ll set the place on fire.’ ‘You hush. We can’t have him coming home to a dull house without some sort of celebration.’ ‘He won’t be back for days yet.’ ‘But we’ll be ready for him when he does come home.’ She stepped down and looked at the…
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BIG TAM
A chap at the door. ‘They’re ready for you on set, Mr Connery.’ He smiled. ‘Mr. Connery.’ No one had called him that when he had been riding round Edinburgh on a horse drawn cart delivering milk. Back then he’d been plain ‘Tam’. A lot had happened since then. There was talk of a sequel…
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FIRST DAY BACK
Lily knelt down and started picking up the books, trying to block out the laughs and stares. She’d got it all wrong. Sneakers when everyone else had shoes. Short summer dress when everyone else wore leggings and tights. New plain backpack and all the cool girls had satchels. Hair plaited when the season’s look was…
Iain Kelly 