Tag: Fiction
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WRECKED
‘The ship, Sir, she’s listing badly!’ ‘Thank you, Lieutenant!’ As if he needed to be told, as he tried to maintain his balance. Damn that reef, and that fool of a helmsman. ‘She’s still taking on water, Sir, they can’t stem the flow. Should we abandon ship, Sir?’ They both knew what it meant for…
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INVASION
Forage duty. They try to tell you it’s a privilege, an honour. You’re special, a chosen one. The truth is it’s dangerous. You’re expendable and you’re exposed. Return empty-handed and you will be punished. That’s why I’m still out here as the light fails, still hunting. They only come for us at night. It’s suicide…
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EASING RESTRICTIONS
Green for Go. The hustle and bustle. The crowded market. The anxiety. Tell yourself they’ve all been vaccinated. Tell yourself the numbers are small. Faces unmasked. Breathing. Germs. Raw meat. Sweating. Palpitations. Get out. An open street and space. Relax, everything is normal. The green signal flashes. Step out onto the road. The driver doesn’t…
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DOING YOUR DUTY
A note sat next to the baking tray. For the best Daddy in the world. ‘They’re very colourful. You decorated them all by yourself?’ A shy nod of the head. He was going to have to eat one of them. ‘Which one should I have?’ The pudgy finger pointed at a biscuit covered in a…
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REMEMBERING A TRIP TO THE LOCAL PUB ON A SUNDAY
There was much to ponder, As I took a wander, Over yonder. The perfect place, When she was on my case, To hide my face. A decent beer, in a pleasant atmosphere, I’ve never felt freer, The end of lockdown will raise a cheer. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt, hosted by SammiScribbles. This week’s prompt…
Iain Kelly 