Category: Friday Fictioneers
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CLOISTERED
The ridiculous habit made it difficult to clamber down the bush-covered arch into the cloister. From there it was a sprint across the lawn to the door, where she knocked four times. The door was opened. They paused at the gateway. Was this what they really wanted? Would the Lord be watching them? No time to…
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THE GRAVEDIGGER
This was the tree alright, the dead one with no leaves. Streetlight nearby, no need for the torch I had brought. A night of hard labour ahead, best get to it. Sweat and dirt, clanging metal on rocky, hard ground. Takes longer than you think to dig a deep grave. At three in the morning…
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FRUIT OF THE LOOM
His big hands would never be able to string up the intricate spindles, though she welcomed the attention of those capable hands on other occasions. His strong legs could push the treadles faster but he adored the shapely toned thighs and calves constantly pedalling the loom gave her. They each had their field of expertise:…
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STRAWBERRY SWING
She’d had the idea while watching a gardening magazine show – apparently plants had emotions and responded to music and words. Perfect. She stripped down the old grand piano, rejigged the strings and hammers, filled it with grade-A compost and planted the seeds. She soon had a playlist – Rachmaninoff and Chopin went down best…
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A NEW BROOM
‘Well, what do you think?’ ‘Very nice. The new ATS 83 model, is it?’ ‘Yes, got a good trade in for it too.’ ‘They took the old broom off your hands?’ ‘They can still use it for spare parts. Want a shot?’ ‘Would love too.’ ‘Pointed helmets on then. Just lift that cat flap at…
Iain Kelly 