Category: Friday Fictioneers
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BLINDSIDED
Dig the groove, the bass making the ground tremor. It robs me of my vital sense, obliterating the noises I need to guide me. I don’t care, I’m along for the ride. The crowd surrounds, a swaying mass that cocoons me. I am lost in the music. Then. An offbeat rhythm disconcerts. A sudden surge…
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WHEREVER I LAY MY CAP
They sat finishing their beers as the sun dipped behind the tenements. ‘See you in the mornin’,’ said Malky. ‘See you,’ replied Frank. They would be up before the sun, dragging themselves back down the pit for another shift. A metal bin clattered. Angry voices came from a top floor window. That would be McPeters…
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DUMPED
‘It’s over.’ He tried to remain calm, speaking in an even and clear voice, no raised voices or dramatic gestures. ‘Typical!’ She yelled her reply, trying to elicit a reaction from him. This was the problem with their relationship – he was always so passionless, so clinical, so frigid. ‘Just keep cool.’ Over-the-top histrionics, letting…
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NOSTALGIA
‘Are they close enough together?’ He looked at the room. It seemed crowded and cluttered, but apparently that’s how they used to do it. ‘Four round that small table?’ They would be banging elbows. ‘It’s how they wanted it,’ the maitre d’ shrugged. The serving staff would have trouble manoeuvring in and out the small…
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WE’LL ALWAYS HAVE PARIS
‘We’ll always have Paris.’ Yeah, right. Now look at those memories: faded, crumpled and tossed in the dumpster. She was just like all the rest of those broads, dames and dolls. As soon as she had stepped on that plane she had forgotten about me. Back to her old life, her passionless marriage of convenience.…
Iain Kelly 