Category: Friday Fictioneers
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ROXY
The Encore, Downtown Vegas. Glitz and glamour away from the gaudy Strip and the drug-riddled suburb slums. The waitresses. All young, slim, white. Wearing just enough. There’s Roxy. Wearing just enough to conceal the mic. All the big guns will be there: Sam G., Carlos, Big Joe. He’s trusted enough to organise the AGM. He’s…
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THE UMBRELLAS OF NEW YORK
Wind blew through the trees, blowing the snow up from the ground, gusting around Guy’s face. He pulled his collar up further. Across the park he watched Madeline, her bright green umbrella luminous against the white background. Their daughter, Francis, gleefully skipped around her. ‘She’s moved on, married someone else, she’s happy. Leave them be.’…
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TICK-TOCK
‘Tick-tock, tick-tock,’ went the clock. ‘Time’s up! Time’s up!’ cried the People. ‘No more! No more!’ chanted the Poor. Save me! Save me!’ weeped the Earth. ‘Me Too! Me Too!’ screamed the Victims. Louder and louder the voices grew. Higher and higher the echos reached. Some of the Powerful fell on the sword of justice.…
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NEMESIS AND THE BEAUTY QUEEN
She checked behind her. The dilapidated shack stood there. She looked back at the mirror. The shack was reflected in it. The mirror seemed to work as a mirror should. She bent down and peered into, her breath clouded the smooth surface, but still the mirror did not show her reflection. She pinched herself, poked…
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CAST OUT THE LIGHT
They stood on the shore and watched the last lights float away on the tide. Their glow faded and the dark night took hold, the dark night that would last forever. It had been prophesied: cast out all light and let the dark rule. They would be rewarded when he came for them. Only the…
Iain Kelly 