Category: Sunday Photo Fiction
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A FLY IN THE KEYBOARD
He pondered the email on his screen. His initial outrage had prompted him to write a thunderous reply, filled with ill-tempered language and dismissive ire. How dare they criticise his work? Who did they think they were? ‘Just ignore it,’ his agent always told him. ‘You don’t need to prove anything. Your a bestseller. Who…
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SPRING BLOSSOM
The pink blossom signalled the arrival of spring. The temperature turned to a pleasant warmth. The skies were blue, the air was fresh. The sense of a new beginning, a fresh start. Optimism and positivity. Every year the same. The cold, harsh winter left behind. Neighbours emerged from their cocooned houses, smiling and waving. Children…
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THE LAST TOY MAKER IN PARIS
Henri-Pierre Cailloux slowly put down his tools on the bench and sighed. The clock struck midnight. He wound up the mechanism and watched as the wooden toy flapped it’s wings gently. He closed his eyes and listened to the whirring and ticking. A satisfied smile spread over his face. Everything in perfect working order. This…
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J IS FOR JELLY
A local officer met Sand outside the unique-looking igloo hotel. ‘It doesn’t really melt,’ he said, in response to Sand’s question. ‘It gets dismantled and broken down in sections that then melt over the summer.’ He led Sand through the corridors to the largest suite, where the body had been found. Entering the room under…
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DAHLIA
Dahlia checked her watch again. Half an hour late. It wasn’t unusual for Bjarne. She had told no one about her older man. He had promised her he had told no one either. If her parents found out she was dating a man in his twenties they wouldn’t understand. Families walked round the Viking ship.…
Iain Kelly 