Tag: Flash Fiction
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THERE WILL BE HOPE
Running. Hard. Breathing heavy. Feet pounding. Sweat dripping. Muscles straining. The hard surface jarring his joints as he hurtles onwards. Round another corner. No time to look back. Need to stop. Hide. Somewhere. Blood. Blood on the streets. Blood on his clothes. Death. He survives. He runs. Escape. In the future…
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THE CONFRONTATION
The sun shone through the leaves of the oak tree, swaying in the gentle breeze. Their shadows played over Caleb as he sat with his back against the broad trunk, looking along the dusty track. From his carefully chosen vantage point across from the church he could see all…
Iain Kelly 