Category: Sunday Photo Fiction
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AFTER HAMELIN
‘Car keys?’ he asked the woman sprawled on the ground, arm fishing around down the drain. ‘House keys.’ She looked up, squinting at the silhouette of the man. He was dressed in red and orange checks. ‘Perhaps I can help?’ She pulled herself up. ‘Feel free.’ Instead of getting down to look in the drain,…
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LEON’S SURVEILLANCE CAMERAS INC.
It seemed absurd to her. ‘You think I should have one security camera to cover the entrance and then a second security camera to cover the first camera?’ ‘Exactly.’ ‘Why?’ ‘In case the first security camera is tampered with. That way you’ll see them do it.’ ‘Okay,’ she paused. ‘But what if they tamper with…
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DRESSING UP
She should love it: the one night of the year she could really be herself. She could wear the full uniform with pride. The black pointy hat, the black corset and flowing skirt, the striped stockings and uncomfortable clogs. She could take the old broomstick, consigned to the indignity of sweeping floors for the rest…
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SNAKE ON A SHIP
Standing on the room balcony, Archie took a long puff on his pipe. It was a quiet place of solitude after three weeks at sea with Agnes. She couldn’t stand the smell of his pipe. He had gone through a lot of tobacco. Another fine morning. Somewhere off the starboard side were the Indonesian islands.…
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MISTAKEN IDENTITY
James stood against the railing, feeling refreshed in his tuxedo. It had been an arduous fortnight. Tomorrow, disembark at Alexandria, then a plane ride back home to London. A woman approached, dressed in an elegant ballgown. ‘Join me?’ she asked, offering a flute of champagne. A boy ran between them and vomited over the side…
Iain Kelly 