Category: Sunday Photo Fiction
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REBUILDING
The new Buckingham Palace looked exactly like the old one had from the air. The last remnants of the construction site had almost gone, only a large fence remained, to be removed before the official opening next week. The pilot brought the Boeing 787 Dreamliner round in another long circle over the city as he waited…
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LIFE SENTENCE
The prisoner hung the bird feeder back on it’s hook and looked to the sky. No sign of them yet, but he knew they would come. The birds were the only visitors he got now. Over the years his friends had stopped coming, either through choice or because they had passed away. He hadn’t seen…
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CLASS REUNION
It had seemed like a good idea when James phoned and suggested getting the old gang together and spending a weekend at Crickley Hall, his estate in the countryside. Now we all sat in the cold next to David, crouched down in the heather, as he waited to get the perfect photograph of a wild grouse. We’d…
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GLASGOW
I sit and watch the murky waters of the River Clyde slide by, polluted and dark. The wind whistles down the river under the Kingston Bridge, the traffic overhead relentlessly gridlocked. A runner passes by along the new walkway, struggling against the strong breeze. Across the water another monstrosity of 1960’s architecture is being torn down.…
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DAFFODILS IN AUTUMN
Detective Anders Strand stood on the edge of the lake in Frogner Park. There was a chill in the air, but for a November morning it was mild weather for Oslo. He remembered the old days when this time of year saw the start of winter and below freezing temperatures. Now he looked at the daffodils…
Iain Kelly 