Tag: Fiction
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JUST BECAUSE I’M PARANOID…
It’s just a tree. Nature at it’s most extraordinary. Why then does it look so menacing? Like an encircling web, or a tangled prison. Does it say more about my own character that I vilify it in this way? Is it symbolic of my own life? Am I trapped? Frustrated? Scared? My amble through the…
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SOLUS
The vista looks grim this morning. A grey, brooding doldrum. Without you, there is no sun-kissed upland. No blissful smile. I turn away. The chore of life weighs heavy. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt, hosted by SammiScribbles. This week’s prompt was: Vista. Click on the link to read more stories by other writers. For those who…
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HE WAITED SILENTLY
The way was clear, the route less so. They could all picture it. The blue skies, the light glinting on the water, the sand between their toes. And they had been told this was the way, so they followed. Many were soon lost, or sacrificed, or dismissed. The leaders had no time for weakness or…
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OPEN DOOR
It always followed the same pattern. Middle of the night. Panicked phone call. Incoherent story. She always ended up agreeing to go over. This is different. Door wide open. Probably just a neighbour didn’t close it right. Out of habit she checks the mailbox. Empty. Up the stairs, lit by flickering halogen. Along the corridor.…
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KITSCH
Can a person be kitsch? He’s sweet, but he wears trouser braces with a garish shirt and hat and brightly coloured cords. I give him a chance, but then he invites me back to his and I see the living room… 1970s mustard-orange decor and chintzy lamps, and I’m out. ‘I’ll be off,’ I say.…
Iain Kelly 