Category: Sunday Photo Fiction
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THE WOLF’S LAIR
Kaufmann swept the final bundle of wood shavings into the wheelbarrow and stretched his aching back. ‘Hör nicht auf,’ the supervisor yelled at him. ‘Schnell, schnell.’ Exhausted, Kaufmann put the broom and spade into the barrow and took up the handles. He waddled as quickly as his skinny frame could manage, clearing the road just…
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THE AUCTION
‘Lot 191, ‘The Homecoming’ by H.L. Pritchard.’ ‘This sculpture in the classic Greek style, dating from 1918-19, in bronze. It depicts the artist being held in the arms of her fiancé, Private Graham Colquhoun.’ ‘Ms. Pritchard was inspired to create this work after watching soldiers returning from the First World War being greeted by wives, fiancées…
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THE END OF THE REBELLION
He lay still, daring not to breath for as long as he could, pain spilling from his cleaved wound. A ghostly still settled over the moor, the misty rain continued to fall. The quiet was broken by the moans of the injured. Each time a rebel was found, a gunshot echoed over the field. ‘No…
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THE LAST SNOW LEOPARD
He had been waiting an eternity for a glimpse of the almost mythical creature that lived in the mountains in Asia. Seeing it on film was one thing, the chance to see one alive was something else. And time was running out – this old male was the last one left. A hush of wind…
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A MORNING STROLL THROUGH A BRITISH TOWN
The snow was turning to slush and melting away, the festive decorations hung limply. The long winter with little to look forward to stretched ahead, like the dark main street at dawn. He liked walking around the town in the early morning. It reminded him of how it used to be. The old shop fronts,…
Iain Kelly 