Category: Sunday Photo Fiction
-
TENSIONS
‘You see this?’ he asked the captain, handing him the printout. ‘Think we’re in any danger?’ The captain shrugged, scanning the sea beyond the harbour walls, ‘Shouldn’t think so. I don’t see how blowing up a tug boat will bring them much vengeance.’ ‘Still, perhaps we should stow the flag? Make us less visible.’ ‘Perhaps…
-
GUARD DUTY
Why had they taken the time and effort to build the tunnel like this? The trees sculpted into a square that created an enclosed walkway leading to the side entrance of the lair. Why not just a line of trees? Why not a concrete tunnel? Perhaps it was for camouflage. From the sky above the…
-
CRITICAL INTERPRETATION
Felicity tried to interrupt the critic, but he had built up such a head of steam he wouldn’t be stopped. ‘The sunflower, you see, is a comment on Van Gogh’s work and the astronomical price OF art at modern auctions. It is saying to you, the viewer, is art really worth that much when a…
-
HOME ALONE 13: HOLIDAY IN THE HACIENDA
Being abandoned by his family every Christmas as a child had set off the downward spiral. Thirty years later, he had finally hit rock bottom. Cassandra lay naked on the bed, her skin blotchy and bruised, the needle still hanging out her arm. He shelled out the notes from his wallet and left them on…
-
MORNING ROUTINE
The sun came over the small village and the first signs of life began stirring. Looking down she watched the same routine unfold as it always did. A light came on at the Klein’s house – the children had risen too early again. Lithe Jenny Wright appeared dressed in luminous jacket and running tights and…
Iain Kelly 