Tag: Friday Fictioneers
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AFTER THE STORM
He put the flask of scotch and two tumblers on the makeshift table and sat in a plastic chair. Puddles of water swirled round his feet, bits of flotsam were strewn everywhere, broken trees lined the beachfront. It was a matter of waiting. Waiting to see who turned up. Waiting to see if it was…
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IN THE LAND OF THE GIANT GERBILS
Floating along on a bed of epicurean marshmallows, Malcolm IV, king of the giant gerbils, nibbled on a lovely stilton and ordered the destruction of Paris by his army of flying pigs armed with lances and flame throwers. In the Kingdom of the Glowing Eggs, the latest crop of chimeras – half voluptuous maidens, half…
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WRECKED
‘The ship, Sir, she’s listing badly!’ ‘Thank you, Lieutenant!’ As if he needed to be told, as he tried to maintain his balance. Damn that reef, and that fool of a helmsman. ‘She’s still taking on water, Sir, they can’t stem the flow. Should we abandon ship, Sir?’ They both knew what it meant for…
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EASING RESTRICTIONS
Green for Go. The hustle and bustle. The crowded market. The anxiety. Tell yourself they’ve all been vaccinated. Tell yourself the numbers are small. Faces unmasked. Breathing. Germs. Raw meat. Sweating. Palpitations. Get out. An open street and space. Relax, everything is normal. The green signal flashes. Step out onto the road. The driver doesn’t…
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DOING YOUR DUTY
A note sat next to the baking tray. For the best Daddy in the world. ‘They’re very colourful. You decorated them all by yourself?’ A shy nod of the head. He was going to have to eat one of them. ‘Which one should I have?’ The pudgy finger pointed at a biscuit covered in a…
Iain Kelly 