Category: Friday Fictioneers
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WRECKAGE
The forensic investigators had gone. The security forces had abandoned the scene. Demolition signs and safety warnings adorned the perimeter fence that surrounded what was left of the museum. I stumbled through broken piles of furniture, shattered glass and mangled steel. Rubble and dust covered everything. They told me she may never be found. If…
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ED’S DINER
Two eggs sunnyside up, greasy fries and plenty of ketchup. I’d cut out the red meat, doctor’s orders. Thirty years I’ve been coming to Ed’s Diner for lunch. The decor has stayed the same. Green leather seats, dirty orange ceiling, chipped fake marble counter. Ed has aged along with the building, looking out through the hatch…
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HOW TO TOW A CARAVAN
The first alarm began at five, just as dusk was beginning. Soon every car on the street joined in the deafening noise. Front doors and windows opened as residents looked out. Car owners appeared with key fobs to silence the alarms. Soon they were standing in groups and pairs gesticulating and pointing. Every car had lost…
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A STRANGER FROM THE CITY
Thierry flicked over the page of Le Monde and glanced at the headlines. A fly lazily buzzed around the room, the only sound and movement. Another slow day at Hotel Napoleon. Madame Dunois was the sole guest. She would be asleep until the evening meal. The door opened. Thierry looked across the reception. A man in…
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THE GRAVEYARD AT THE END OF MY STREET
There’s a graveyard at the end of my street. I’ve walked round it since I could walk. I’ve read the tombstones since I could read. Over the years I have written the life stories of the people buried there. There’s one grave that memorialises three generations of one family. The father, son and grandson. They all…
Iain Kelly 