Tag: Friday Fictioneers
-
THE PATH OF NO RETURN
‘They say the man who can climb the steps and face the enemy on the other side will forever hold the balance of peace within the kingdom,’ said the blind seer, his face worn and grizzled, his hair grey and wispy. ‘Many have tried, none have returned. You should proceed with caution.’ Quinn gripped the…
-
INNER SELF
The strange patterns of a new world revealed. The swirls and loops and whirls inside the red cabbage hypnotised him, the juicy segments of the tangerine promised cool succulence and the circular layers of the onion, bursting with that strong, sharp taste as they peeled away. What else? He stared at his fingers and thumb.…
-
SUNDAY AFTERNOON
A warm fireplace, some mindless doodling, and most importantly, some chocolate. There were other things he could be doing. Around the edges awaited distractions – work emails, house stuff, paperwork – but nothing that urged immediate attention. Today it was enough to just sit and enjoy what he had, listening to the kids playing outside…
-
THE PAINTER
‘It probably was a forest around here at some point.’ ‘Not quite what ‘rewilding’ means, is it?’ ‘Looks nice though.’ They walked on, not looking back. They didn’t see the slight ripple as the breeze washed over the painted leaves and the feathers on the flying geese. The ripple turned into a wave as bricks…
-
CALM SEAS
His work done, it was time to drift away on calm seas. The baggage of his long life lifted from his weary shoulders as the gentle tide pulled him towards the blue azure sky, tinged with orange and pink. A good ending, he thought, a good way to bow out. He looked at his fellow…
Iain Kelly 