Category: Friday Fictioneers
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THE ENEMY WITHIN
‘This is Mount Lemmon Observatory calling, is there anyone receiving?’ Only static hiss replied. Marshall rubbed his sweat-stained forehead. ‘Can anyone update us? What has happened?’ The static noise stopped. Dead silence. Marshall maneuvered the telescope with the controls. He tilted it down to face the horizon. Outside he saw bare, dead trees and barren…
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CHAINED
The chains tightened their grip. If she could just break free before he returned. How long had she been trapped here? It felt like her whole life. But there was a time before, when she was carefree and wild and full of joy. That had been taken from her, beaten from her. She tried once…
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FIELD HOSPITAL
Woozy. Sweat. Open eyes. Peeling paint, damp patches, broken ceiling fan. Movement next to me. Moist sheets. Another person. She moans. Dark hair, dark skin. Vague memories. A bar, drinking, her smiling face. Sit up, look round. Dilapidated. Head thumping. Air oppressive. Dry throat. Stagger to the window. Old, wooden frame. Open it. Humid air.…
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VORTEX
‘They symbolise the whirling mass of humanity that will flow beneath, replicating the whirling music from the orchestra,’ the artist opined to his guests. ‘Wonderful.’ ‘Enchanting.’ ‘They will each be placed in the optimum position to ensure the acoustics of the hall, will not be compromised.’ Nodding heads of agreement and contemplation. ‘If you will…
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MORNING TEA
Lady Devonshire was not to be dissuaded, ‘I hear he will be worth a fortune when he inherits.’ ‘Mama, don’t be so vulgar,’ Bethany admonished. Lady Worthington leaned forward and patted Bethany’s knee. ‘There are worse things than to marry for money, such as being a spinster with none.’ Bethany sat in brooding silence. She…
Iain Kelly 