Category: Friday Fictioneers
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GABRIELLA
He shifted the pawn forward and sat back. He undid the top button of his shirt and took a slug of the oaky scotch. ‘You don’t have to hide, I know you’re here,’ he called out to the empty room. A head of chestnut hair rose silently from behind the chessboard. How had she managed to…
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SACRIFICE TO THE GODS
‘Run through the checklist.’ ‘Okay. The ceremony must take place in a grand altar.’ They look round the baroque dome and nod at each other. ‘Check.’ ‘Six golden urns placed in a circle atop six poles.’ ‘Check.’ ‘Attire of purple cloaks to worship royalty and their wealth.’ They look sheepishly at the garish cloaks they…
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BOB’S LAST DAY AT WORK
‘Welcome to the EMIRATES Spinnaker Tower, as I legally have to call it.’ ‘It was going to be opened in 2000 and be named the Millennium Tower, but due to political ineptitude, it didn’t open until 2005, so was renamed ‘Spinnaker’, a type of sail.’ ‘The tower sits on Gunwharf Quay. In the 18th-century it…
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MY HUSBAND AND HIS LOVER
‘That’s the trouble with these old stone houses. They’re built like forts, to keep the enemy out. But once the enemy is within, it means it’s difficult to escape. Little slits instead of windows, only one door. You know, they used to tax homeowners based on the number of windows in their house, so everyone…
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SHE SELLS SEA SHELLS
She sells sea shells on the seashore. He crafts handmade furniture from driftwood he finds on the beach. The rich tourists throw them looks of disgust and wave them on. Occasionally one of them makes a sale. Enough to put food on the table and clothe their child. She dreams of the land across the…
Iain Kelly 