Category: Sunday Photo Fiction
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SOMETHING A LITTLE DIFFERENT

Harry read the specifications. Another Call Centre office block. Thirty years as an architect and he was churning out steel and glass cuboids. He drew a rectangle. He added a main door in the middle of it. He added oblong walls. More uninspired right angles and straight lines. He sighed and stared out his square…
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CLOUDSPOTTING

Freddy ran home as fast as his legs could carry him. Breathless, he crashed through the flimsy door of the shack they lived in. His father looked up. Freddy pointed at his weathered, antique Cloudspotting book. ‘A Cumulonimbus.’ ‘A what?’ ‘I saw one. A pure white one.’ ‘What are you going on about?’ ‘A cloud,…
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LEST WE FORGET
Through the sea haze she saw the final stream of small boats appear. From this distance she could make out the decks crammed with soldiers. For nine days the small boats had shuttled across the channel to Dunkirk. Over three hundred thousand men had been saved and returned to Dover. As the boats drew closer, the…
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THE FALL OF THE ROMAN EMPIRE
Mr. Gilbertson wasn’t going to give up. He looked at the bored faces of his class. Every year he brought his pupils to Rome. Every year he was convinced they would return home enthralled and inspired. Whether or not this was reflected in their grades wasn’t a concern to him. He wanted to make a…
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HALLOWEEN SPECIAL
Steve hated Halloween. He hated dressing up. He hated Big Al’s Pizza Emporium. All three had conspired to have him standing in the street dressed as a furry Frankenstein’s Monster holding a placard that read: ‘Big Al’s Pizza Emporium: Halloween Special – All You Can Eat For £5’ He couldn’t get to the irritating itch on…