Category: Sunday Photo Fiction
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SAND
The taxi pulled up at the end of dirt track. Gabi Henriksen got out and asked the driver to wait. She walked over to the figure standing at the edge of the cliff. The wind blustered, blowing her blonde hair across her face. The waves crashed onto the rocks at the foot of the sheer…
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MOTHER’S DAY
Mum stopped on the wooden causeway. The wind swept the water over the sides, lapping at our feet. Through the grey mist, a man stood. He wore a grey fedora and trench coat. Mum put her arms round my shoulders as he approached. ‘You shouldn’t have taken the kid. He might have let you go,…
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AMATEUR DRAMATICS
Reverend Timpson looked down at the packed pews. His congregation had more than trebled in size since last week. Their fearful faces stared at him. It had all gone smoothly to start with. The annual church play had been a retelling of the Ten Commandments. In the final scene Rosie appeared as the burning bush,…
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BUDGET SPACE TRAVEL
The train arrived at Prestwick Spaceport, built adjoining the airport. The heavy spacesuit made the short walk to the terminal difficult for Frank, the boots weighed him down. Since watching an astronaut talk to his school class from the Space Station forty years ago, Frank had dreamed of travelling in space. He had bought the…
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OBSESSION
I watch the fire fading in the chiminea, poking at the dying embers with a stick. Three in the morning and the party was winding down. Everyone else had gone inside half an hour ago. Beth had gone inside, with Daniel’s arm draped round her shoulders. I wish it could have been me in Daniel’s…
Iain Kelly 