Tag: family

• TOKYO STORY

  Shūkichi and Tomi waved to their son and daughter as they got into the taxi ‘A pleasant visit,’ Tomi said to her husband when they were on the train back to Onomichi in the countryside. ‘They are both doing well in their careers.’ ‘Hai,’ Shūkichi nodded. ‘And such a lovely apartment they live in. So high up.’…

  Iain Kelly

  18/02/2017

  creative writing, Flash Fiction, Short Story, What Pegman Saw

  cinema, creative writing, family, family honour, Fiction, film, Flash Fiction, homage, honor, japan, japanese cinema, literature, movie, offspring, ozu, parents, saving face, Short Story, story, tokyo, tokyo story, What Pegman Saw, Writing, Yasujirō Ozu

• THE NINE

  Rosa Maria watched Alejandro throw open the shutters. On the corner of Calle 9 and Avenue 5, they were open for business. Alejandro looked at his madre. This time he would make her proud. Her husband murdered, they had fled from Tijuana. Rosa Maria had scraped together what she could until she had enough to open the small restaurant. ‘La…

  Iain Kelly

  11/02/2017

  creative writing, Flash Fiction, Short Story, What Pegman Saw

  beginning, creative writing, drug, drug wars, family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, gang, literature, mexico, mexico city, murder, new start, restaurant, Short Story, story, violence, What Pegman Saw, Writing

• URBAN STREET

  I walked down Urban Street where the kid had taken the bullet last night. The Community Center sat on the corner. It looked like a vacant lot. All the windows were boarded up. I heard singing. A mournful gospel voice. I pulled open the door and edged in. The choir broke into a powerful cry.…

  Iain Kelly

  28/01/2017

  creative writing, Flash Fiction, Short Story, What Pegman Saw

  America, buffalo, community center, creative writing, Death, drugs, family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, gun law, gun violence, homicide, literature, murder, police, poverty, Short Story, social injustice, society, story, urban decay, urban street, violence, What Pegman Saw, Writing

• FALLEN TREE

  There was a time when my father stood strong. Through any storm his branches protected us. His roots anchored us to the land. His trunk solid and unbending against history. Now the turmoil of time has taken its toll. That once great man lies now broken. Torn down by years of war and violence. Now…

  Iain Kelly

  16/01/2017

  creative writing, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, poem, Short Story

  dark, Death, depression, family, father, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, history, literature, persecution, poem, poetry, Short Story, story, syria, trees, violence, war

• ONE LAST CHRISTMAS

  She wandered through empty rooms, smiling sadly at the lifetime of memories swirling around. The house was too big for her alone. Next year it would be sold. The decorations lit up the living room. Tomorrow would be filled with laughter and joy. One last family gathering in their home. Written for the Scottish Book Trust’s…

  Iain Kelly

  16/12/2016

  50 Word Fiction, creative writing, Flash Fiction, Short Story

  50 Word Fiction, christmas, christmas day, creative writing, decorations, family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, gathering, house, literature, scottish book trust, Short Story, Writing