Category: Friday Fictioneers
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THE SOURCE
It started with the dead fish floating in the river. Then the cows in the fields started to get sick and the dogs started acting wild. Then a doctor at the local hospital started noticing the cancers. Something wasn’t right. It was in the water. The water that they washed in, brushed their teeth with,…
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SUPPLY AND DEMAND
‘Why the empty shelves?’ ‘I’m reorganising.’ ‘No more processed food?’ ‘Only fruit and vegetables.’ ‘Meat?’ ‘No.’ ‘Chocolate?’ ‘No.’ ‘Sweets?’ ‘No. There is no longer the demand for these things.’ ‘The health drive?’ ‘Tackling obesity.’ ‘I see, uh, you wouldn’t happen to know where I could get my hands a few treats, do you?’ ‘I can’t…
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THE SHOW MUST GO ON
The lights go up, the cast take their bow. Silence greets them from the empty auditorium. They keep going because there is nothing else to be done. Night after night, show after show, repeat and repeat. Bereft of enthusiasm they go through the motions, a ghost-like shadow of their former ardour. Delirium set in weeks…
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SILO
Hazy streaks blurred her vision. She stumbled on weighed down by her burden. The silo was there, as she remembered it, offering sanctuary as it had done when she was a child. She staggered inside. She embraced the dark coolness and dropped the heavy weight. She regrouped. Her parents hadn’t seen her in years. She…
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BLURRED LINES
Stumbling along the street. he tried to make sense of it. Everything was a blur, like raindrops had covered his spectacles, but it hadn’t been raining. His world was out of kilter, unfocused and obscure. How could they have known? He reached the intersection between the two main roads. Shapes flew passed in both directions.…
Iain Kelly 