Tag: creative writing
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BYSTANDERS IN A BORDER TOWN
Mamá Renata lifted the washing basket and hobbled down the stairs. She looked out onto the cobbled street. Javi was there, running around with the other niños in the dusty sunshine. Señor Augusto swept his step. A Moorish Gecko skittered down a shaded wall and across the street. ‘Javi, diez minutos,’ Mamá Renata called. Her grandson waved. An…
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THE HAND OF GOD
Why am I getting so upset? I don’t care about a little Argentinian who was good at kicking a ball about some grass. Why should I care that the signed shirt has to go? But here I am, tearing up at a blank space on the wall. The paint on the wall has faded to…
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ONE WISH
The tree had become a massive shrine of wishes, colourful material decorated every branch, weighing them down and causing them to bow towards the ground. It had been a place of offered prayers and wishes before, but since the boys had become trapped in the cave, the wishing tree had become a focal point for…
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ANOTHER WEEKEND OVER
Frank left the apartment early to head into work. He found Hamish on the front lawn. Hamish was gagged and hooded, strapped in a straight jacket covered in fake blood, locked inside a shopping roll cage with crime scene tape wrapped round it. Frank had left the club early the previous night, leaving Hamish with…
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WHEN THE SEAGULLS FOLLOW THE TRAWLER
‘When the seagulls follow the trawler, it’s because they think sardines will be thrown into the sea.’ Ah, Eric Cantona. Those were the days of proper football: cult heroes; muddy pitches; crumbling stadiums and playing for the love of the game. Then the money men came and ripped the soul out of the sport he loved.…
Iain Kelly 