Category: Friday Fictioneers
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NEMESIS
I stared at my nemesis. Last night I had thrown the chair into the lake, shouting ‘good riddance’ as I heaved it as far as I could. I heard the splash in the dark. Overnight the lake had frozen. This morning there it was, sitting upright. Waiting for me. Mum saw me looking out the window.…
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The plant pot lay in pieces on the pavement. Iain lay unconscious beside it. He should’ve paid more attention. Lady Wisoff-Fields claimed it was accidental. Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above). Last…
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TAM, IN HONOUR OF RABBIE BURNS
Tam stumbled out the pub into his car. ‘Off home then, Meg,’ he patted the grey metal, named after the horse she had replaced. After several attempts he managed to crank the engine into life and got behind the wheel. He weaved drunkenly along the single track road. As he passed the old church and…
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THAT’S ENTERTAINMENT!
Lights flashed, music blared. ‘Julie is thirty-five, works in a shop and has a second job as a waitress. She doesn’t have the time to meet Mr. Right. Will she find him tonight? Let’s start The Tunnel of Love!’ The audience bayed along. Lights dimmed, tension music. Julie took two tentative steps along the curved tunnel. Loud claxon, red lights. The…
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THE SIGNALMAN
The signalman wrenched the last heavy lever into place and watched the long freight train slide passed him. He sat back at his old, beaten up desk, checked off the last piece of paperwork and filed it away. That was it. No fanfare, no applause, no big farewell. Tomorrow morning the computers would take over,…
Iain Kelly 