Category: Friday Fictioneers
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INTERACTIVE ART
Agnes pulled off her heels and rubbed her aching feet. Should’ve gone for the flats. All evening traipsing round the Museum of Art at the new exhibition entitled ‘Interactive Art’. Archie struggled in the door with the massive canvas he had purchased. He came through the door sideways, carefully maneuvering round the corner. He took a confident step…
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BALANCING THE SCALES
One pizza won’t hurt, thought Agnes as she crept down the stairs. She was still waiting to see any results after joining the slimming club. She was racked with guilt when the pizza arrived. The weigh-in was on Friday, she still had time to lose a couple of pounds. A couple of pieces won’t hurt. ***…
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THE FLYING SCOTSMAN
Archie mounted his bicycle as the whistle from the steam train blew. ‘Go!’ shouted Malcolm, giving Archie a push. The bet was simple. Archie had made it one night in the pub. He could leave the station at the same time as the train and arrive at the next stop first. Most of the money…
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LOSS
They lay side-by-side on the bed. The sun broke over the harbour. Helena sat up and drew her knees to her chest. Nick looked up at her. He knew it was over. He put his hand out to brush a hair from her face. ‘There is nothing more I can do?’ Nick asked. Helena’s hands…
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THE ENTERTAINER
The press and public were behind the fence that circled the property, far enough away to prevent them seeing inside the old house. Horowitz looked out at the growing crowd. News had spread fast. He had got the call as he was about to end his shift. A dead body, suicide. He recognised the address. Now he looked at…
Iain Kelly 