Category: Thursday Photo Prompt
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A TANGLED WEB
‘Oh, what a tangled web we weave When first we practise to deceive!’ The quote from Walter Scott ran around his head. He was trapped in a web of his own making. He had lied, deceived, obfuscated. All in an attempt to extricate himself from the situation. There was only one way out: create more…
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BALEFIRE
Jonny stuffed his cold hands into his coat pockets as he watched his father make the final preparations. He had been helping stack the wood in the back garden for the last week. Every year he had asked for a bonfire, every year his mother and father told him no. But not this year. This…
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CAL’S CALLING
The heavy snow deadened the sound of the forest. Despite the swirling snowfall, there was a stillness. Cal lay on the soft ground, his eye press to the sight, his ungloved finger around the trigger, the rifle caressed against his shoulder. His father lay next to him. A hundred yards away the stag raised his…
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BE STILL MY BEATING HEART
In the dead of the night. That was how I expected to find her. Dead. As I approached the house, nothing changed my mind. It was still. Still like a house with no one alive in it. I pictured the scene I knew was waiting for me. Her, lying on the floor. Red blood pooling…
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HARVESTING
He picked up a handful of the brown earth and let it run through his fingers. The last time he had been here there had been nothing but the cavernous pit, reaching down almost half a mile into the ground. Now the vast open mine had been completely filled in. Over the top of it…
Iain Kelly 