Category: Friday Fictioneers
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BEACHCOMBING
Returning to the porch of his ramshackle beach hut, he looked at the shelves filled with his collection of driftwood, shells, coral and flotsam and jetsam. In the two remaining spaces he placed the latest additions from his morning walk along the sand. The severed foot sat nicely in the smaller space, and he managed to bend…
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POWER CUT
Nobody knows if the power will be restored. It went off with a small click and that was it. No countdown, no explosion, no event. We’d all been warned often enough that oil and gas were running out, that we weren’t investing enough in renewable energy. Now only essential services and the rich have power. There was…
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EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE ALRIGHT
Archie wandered round Dr. Sun Yat Sen’s Classical Chinese Garden. He caught up with Agnes by the lake. ‘Isn’t it wonderful?’ she said. Archie grunted. ‘Shouldn’t we be getting back to the hotel?’ he asked. ‘We’ve plenty of time.’ she replied. ‘It doesn’t seem very Canadian to me.’ ‘It’s ancient Chinese culture.’ ‘It was built…
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CRYONICS
The Director of the Institute walked Peter along an endless sterile corridor. ‘So, Mr. Franks, when you choose your time to arrive here, you’ll get a secure shuttered unit assigned to you.’ The Director informed him. ‘So behind each of these shutters…?’ Peter tailed off. The Director smiled. ‘Yes, behind each of these doors there…
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CHANDELIER
‘Ta-da!’ announced Agnes, throwing her arms open wide, ‘what do you think?’ Archie stared at the array of lights hanging vertically from the ceiling, above the grand staircase. ‘What the…?’ he stared open-mouthed. ‘Isn’t it marvellous?’ gushed Agnes, oblivious to Archie’s response. ‘It’s…it’s…very big.’ ‘Over a thousand individual lights.’ ‘Well, if it’s what you want.’…
Iain Kelly 