Tag: Fiction
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A SUMMER IN CRETE
After they had not made love they did not go to sleep. Nor did they talk. They lay side-by-side on the bed in silence. It was not an awkward silence. It was the silence that exists between two people who have become comfortable and unhappy with one another. The sounds of the Cretan night drifted…
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CRYONICS
The Director of the Institute walked Peter along an endless sterile corridor. ‘So, Mr. Franks, when you choose your time to arrive here, you’ll get a secure shuttered unit assigned to you.’ The Director informed him. ‘So behind each of these shutters…?’ Peter tailed off. The Director smiled. ‘Yes, behind each of these doors there…
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DAFFODILS IN AUTUMN
Detective Anders Strand stood on the edge of the lake in Frogner Park. There was a chill in the air, but for a November morning it was mild weather for Oslo. He remembered the old days when this time of year saw the start of winter and below freezing temperatures. Now he looked at the daffodils…
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CHANDELIER
‘Ta-da!’ announced Agnes, throwing her arms open wide, ‘what do you think?’ Archie stared at the array of lights hanging vertically from the ceiling, above the grand staircase. ‘What the…?’ he stared open-mouthed. ‘Isn’t it marvellous?’ gushed Agnes, oblivious to Archie’s response. ‘It’s…it’s…very big.’ ‘Over a thousand individual lights.’ ‘Well, if it’s what you want.’…
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THE WRITER’S SPIRAL
Mark met Bob from Accounting at the bottom of the stairs. ‘Another Monday morning,’ said Bob, as they began the trudge up to the office. Mark grunted in reply. Bob began every Monday with the same conversation. ‘Don’t you ever feel like we’re hamsters in a wheel, going round and round and getting nowhere?’ Bob continued. ‘There…
Iain Kelly 