Category: Friday Fictioneers
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ANOTHER WEEKEND OVER
Frank left the apartment early to head into work. He found Hamish on the front lawn. Hamish was gagged and hooded, strapped in a straight jacket covered in fake blood, locked inside a shopping roll cage with crime scene tape wrapped round it. Frank had left the club early the previous night, leaving Hamish with…
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MUD PIE MOJO
‘Man, all I want is to eat a Mud Pie Mojo at the Cold Stone Creamery on North Marion Street. I’d give my other damn leg just to get back there.’ ‘You’ll get there. Give it time.’ ‘Easy for you to say.’ ‘Never said it would be easy.’ Rachel felt the scar tissue and the…
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MINOR CONCERTO
He scanned the musical notes on the page, hearing the flowing melody in his mind, the various sections of the orchestra taking the lead as his concerto ebbed and flowed, rose and fell, insisted and reserved. Reaching the thunderous crescendo, he took the standing ovation. He glanced at the clock. Five minutes until the client…
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NO QUESTIONS ASKED
Fabrizzio heaved the extra crate onto the roof and tied it down, next to his regular cargo of fresh seafood. Tourists had already begun to emerge into the Venetian dawn, among the bustle of barges delivering and collecting goods along the canal. He motored slowly along the narrow passages until he emerged into the lagoon.…
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SO CLOSE AND YET SO FAR
The pot of gold at the end of the rainbow was right there. But everytime she tried to grab it, something blocked her, like a thin mesh she couldn’t penetrate, dulling her view of the world. She would fall back and begin the long journey again, reaching up through the fog to the light. A…
Iain Kelly 