Tag: Fiction
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HUGO
Paris, 1829. Victor hastened along the snow-covered street. A warm fireside awaited him. Soon he would be surrounded by dear Adèle and his children, no doubt excited by the late snowfall. ‘Excusez-moi monsieur, a few francs for a veteran?’ The beggar held out his hand. Victor drew back, revulsed at the sight of the disfigured…
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FATEFUL DECISION
He had reached a crossroads. It was now or never. Should he ask her or not? They had been getting on well. He wasn’t great at reading these sort of situations but there was definite chemistry between them. While at work they sought each other out to chat, there was laughter, there was smiling. Come…
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CLOISTERED
The ridiculous habit made it difficult to clamber down the bush-covered arch into the cloister. From there it was a sprint across the lawn to the door, where she knocked four times. The door was opened. They paused at the gateway. Was this what they really wanted? Would the Lord be watching them? No time to…
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THRESHOLDS
This was far enough. He had reached the limit of his strength. The tide would come in and fill the cave within a few hours and wash away his tracks and any traces of evidence. He gave the sack one last heave and let it flop to the ground. He looked back and made sure…
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THE GRAVEDIGGER
This was the tree alright, the dead one with no leaves. Streetlight nearby, no need for the torch I had brought. A night of hard labour ahead, best get to it. Sweat and dirt, clanging metal on rocky, hard ground. Takes longer than you think to dig a deep grave. At three in the morning…
Iain Kelly 