Category: Friday Fictioneers
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DAUGHTER
He picked her up, holding her close, feeling her warm soft hair against his cheek. She was light as a feather, his little bundle of joy. He swirled her round the wooden circle, a stage for their bond. He heard that infectious laugh that could not be resisted. He saw the cheeky glint in her…
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HERE’S LOOKIN’ AT YOU, KID
‘We’ve checked everywhere, Sam, it ain’t here,’ said Ruth. I dropped the sledgehammer. ‘Alright Gutman, where is it?’ ‘I told you. Ask Cairo. He knows, not me.’ ‘Cairo’s dead. So’s Archer. You’re responsible. Now cough up the statue.’ ‘Poor Mr. Spade. You’re nothing but a clueless gumshoe.’ ‘The Falcon, where is it?’ I aimed the…
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A LITTLE FESTIVE EXCESS
‘Room for one more?’ Hank slurred cheerily, lifting his wide posterior into the small bus. He crammed into a seat. The driver jumped out into the traffic, angry horns blared. Kaleidoscopic lights blurred. Sudden stops. Chaotic traffic. Sweat and body odour. He felt the beer sloshing around in his stomach. A little excess again, but…
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IN A ROUNDABOUT WAY
‘We’ve been here before,’ she said. She didn’t just meant the roundabout they were passing for the fifth time. They were hopelessly lost. He promised each time that he would change. This time she needed to take a new direction. She needed to get off this emotional merry-go-round for good. ‘We’ve tried every exit,’ she…
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PROCESSING
He was happy with his handiwork. Sturdy cages, strong padlocks, each capable of holding two people, three if they were small. Business was booming, extra capacity was needed, the good times were rolling. It had been coming for a while. The overthrow was complete, the government was gone. Now they would experience the real life…
Iain Kelly 