Category: Friday Fictioneers
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REALITY TV
The television crew followed them through the narrow hallway and into the small lounge. ‘Welcome to my humble abode,’ Maggie opened her arms with a winning smile. The camera caught the look of disgust on Lady Carrington’s face as she surveyed the room. Ashtrays filled with cigarette stubs, used tissues and dirty plates littered every…
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SCOPOPHOBIA
She’d asked them to brick up the opening but the doctor said it was against building regulations. Instead she got planters and grew grass in them. After a few weeks it was tall enough to fill half the void. She tended to it in the hope that it would fill the opening completely. They tried…
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ROOM SERVICE
Otto peered out onto another misty morning. Fine drops of dew decorated his web, glistening in the sunlight. Sounds of guests wakening echoed round the hotel. He heard scurrying. It was Slater. He was well-meaning, but a louse. ‘Another attack last night. Cleo this time. Why do they do it?’ ‘It’s in their nature.’ ‘They…
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LIFELONG FRIENDS
Bill took Agnes’ arm and steered her to the pavement. ‘One too many prosecco?’ ‘Come on, follow the white lines home,’ Archie called back to them. ‘Remember that time you followed the wrong white line…’ ‘…all the way off the end of the boardwalk.’ Bill and Archie finished off Agnes’ story. Archie took Agnes’ arm.…
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MONTREAL – WHO KNEW?
Who would have thought it? Montreal was the answer to human salvation. Due to its specific geographic location, prevailing winds and ocean currents and distance from any of the active fault lines, Montreal was the one place where the air was still breathable, the climate was habitable and the landscape stable. Peering through the curtains…
Iain Kelly 