Tag: Friday Fictioneers
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CONSEQUENCES
When he was admitted to the hospital, she put the chair out in his favourite spot in the corner of the garden. She couldn’t visit him, so she sat next to the chair and spoke to him as though he was still there. She kept the chair there all through lockdown, even after she knew…
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CONVERSATIONS FROM AN EDIT SUITE
‘I really must do something about my weight.’ ‘Me too.’ ‘I eat too much.’ ‘Yes, we should cut down.’ ‘I don’t exercise enough.’ ‘It’s the sedentary job.’ ‘A lunchtime walk, every day, that would help.’ ‘Raining today though.’ ‘From tomorrow then.’ ‘Light lunch for you today then?’ ‘Yes, salad, fruit juice, nothing else.’ ‘Right, I’ll…
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INTERVENTION
Moonlight glinted off her pale body. The time for sacrifice was upon them. She squirmed and pulled against the ropes that bound her wrists and ankles. A chant was intoned around her by the hooded wraith-like figures, gradually increasing in volume and intensity. The leader of the group, marked by his impressive horned headpiece stepped…
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FOR OUR OWN GOOD
The bars appeared overnight. We didn’t notice until Bill left the house for work and walked smack into them outside the front door. The Presidential decree came soon after. Lockdown again, only this one enforced by steel cages. A strong rebuke: until we could all learn to behave for the greater good, we’ll remain behind…
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COLD TEARS
They huddled closer together as the roar passed overhead. The stone walls of the barn did little to protect them from the frost outside. Their breaths formed white clouds in the air, their cold tears stung their faces. They heard an explosion in the distance. Then a series of cracks like gunfire. They had come…
Iain Kelly 