Tag: creative writing
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AFTERMATH
Pale skin made her standout. Too many heads turned in her direction. Assassinations make people suspicious. Years of civil war did that to a country. The heat was heavy and oppressive. The hotel, a ramshackle construction of tin roofs and wooden struts, teetering on collapse. The receptionist, red lips and false eyelashes, eyed her as…
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IN THE ROAD
Maisie smacked her head against the window as the car rocked down the main street. ‘Thought they just fixed these potholes? Didn’t do a very good job.’ ‘Maisie.’ ‘Every year this road gets worse.’ ‘Maisie.’ ‘Cracks turn to massive holes in the road.’ ‘Maisie. Stop and look.’ ‘We end up with tyres blown out.’ ‘Maisie,…
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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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OLD PETE AND THE WATER NYMPHS
‘Now, can everyone see okay? Gather in a bit closer.’ The Local Art and History tour group shuffled around into a curve in front of the large block of stone. ‘This is a shrine to one of our local legends: Old Pete. I expect none of you have heard of Old Pete before, his story…
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STUMPED
The town hall meeting had turned ugly. Councillor Lewisham tried vainly to placate the natives. ‘If you could let me explain. There’s prohibitive cost involved as well as environmental regulations.’ ‘Rubbish!’ ‘The trees are a danger. One more storm and they’ll fall right on my house.’ ‘Typical politician, all talk. Regulation this, regulation that.’ ‘Why…
Iain Kelly 