Category: Friday Fictioneers
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PLOTTING
The tourists and students poured into The Great Hall, the entrance to the Met. This would be the easy bit. If she picked the right time, when the crowds were at their busiest, it would be easy to slip away unnoticed. If he left the money under the ciborium in the Medieval Europe gallery, if…
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SHATTERED
That was it after twenty-five years. A note on the table when he got home from work, the suitcases gone, an empty wardrobe. He re-read: ‘can’t carry on like this… your temper… mood swings… deserve better… fighting… better for us both.’ He felt the anger building. He crumpled the note in a clenched fist. The…
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NEW BOOTS
Seeing him sitting by the road she felt she had to do something. His boots were gaffer-taped around the toes. A few doors along was a shoe shop. He smiled and followed her. The staff in the store were her only hope now, the only witnesses to have seen them. Would he like a hot meal…
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REAP WHAT YOU SOW
The massive missile defence cannon lit up red and orange in the night sky. ‘Citizens, once again we are safe. Russia, Iran, Korea – no one can threaten our great city!’ The crowd cheered. Klaus slipped away as the mayor continued his rabble-rousing speech. Politicians and their half-truths, he thought. The defence system he had…
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LONE WOLF
After ten days and no sign of life, with his supplies consumed, Marshall decided to descend from the mountain top. It was the middle of summer but all the trees were bare. At the bottom of the path the brook had dried up, leaving only a muddy brown puddle where the clear fresh stream once…
Iain Kelly 