Category: Sunday Photo Fiction
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CHRISTMAS WITHOUT HER
The overnight snowfall showed no sign of melting. He gave up any thought of his daily walk to the local shop, then remembered it would be closed anyway. A white Christmas would have made her happy. He sat back in his armchair. On the radio they were playing the classic Christmas songs. The lights on…
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ELLIE
Ellie struggled along the icy path to the children’s hospital, two full bags in either hand. ‘Morning, Ellie. What are you donating today? More hats?’ Ellie nodded. Bill took the bags from her. ‘Thank you, Ellie. You have a nice Christmas.’ Ellie left silently. Bill handed the bags to Beth. ‘Put these with the rest.’…
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ANOTHER YEAR
Back on the usual spot. It’s nice to get out of the dark box in the attic. The first minutes were rough as always – turned upside down, shaken around, played with like a toy, before being settled on the mantelpiece. The youngest is tall enough to reach me now, so I had a couple…
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THE HOBGOBLIN’S FEAST
After seven days he came upon a clearing in the forest. Ten small hutches had been made, with moss and twigs for roofs, arranged in a circle around a campfire. ‘You have been busy,’ he said, poking at the dying embers. They were still warm, they couldn’t be far. He raised his large nose into…
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MOLLY
She stood at the window looking out at the harbour. They told her to give up. They told her there was no hope. Years had gone by. They’d lost her Molly once before when she wandered off into the woods and didn’t return. She was found the next day in her bivouac of branches and…
Iain Kelly 