Category: Sunday Photo Fiction
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HOLIDAY OF YOUR DREAMS
In the dark, bare concrete room huge bloodshot eyes leered out at her. Bright red lips manically grinned. Tufts of dishevelled green and purple hair sprouted from the white scalp. A venomous sharp red nose pushed and prodded her. ‘Come on down to the County Hotel. So much to see and do,’ said the clown,…
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A ROYAL FEAST (aka EAT YOUR VEGETABLES)
Gefjun brought the feast to the table. Her husband, Skjöldr, son of Odin, sat silently in his anger. ‘Thank you for this offering, mother,’ said Fridleif as the plate was laid before him. ‘Eat well, Fridleif.’ Gefjun took her place beside her son and looked at Skjöldr. ‘Can I eat now?’ spoke the Norse king. ‘Not yet, father.…
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UNWANTED GIFTS
Why would Santa bring her these, Matilda thought staring at the teddy bears sat next to her in the car. He must know she was six now, already had plenty of cuddly toys, and they were definitely not on the list she had sent him. And why had he delivered them to Granny’s house? When…
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THE WALL
Angelika gave Stefan a lingering kiss and turned away from him. Outside the window the dark night was interrupted by the bright spotlights that lit up the grey wall, the barbed wire fencing and the empty no-mans land that lay between her and the promise of freedom in the West. ‘It’s time,’ Stefan whispered. Angelika…
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WINTER RUN
Gary’s alarm woke him at 7am. Gloria rolled over. He really should get up and go for a run. It was the only morning this week he’d get the chance. As soon as his foot poked out the bed, he felt the chill in the air. No, he could afford to leave it this morning.…
Iain Kelly 