Tag: Friday Fictioneers
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ONE LAST SHOW
Ultraviolet spotlights checked. Chairs unfolded. The old hall was looking good. Breathe in and get that musty scent. This was where it all started. They had been on quite a journey since then. Now, time for one last show. ‘Okay, open the doors.’ He watched them enter from behind the curtain. In they came, gathered…
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STATIONARY STATIONERY
New Year. New me.Resolutions. Not new ones. The same ones as last year, but this time I’m going to stick to them. Get up, get moving, shift the pounds, feel the burn. No more lounging around the house in pyjamas. Dress for success. Productivity is the key. New stationery organised. Ready for work. Not sure…
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ALL GONE
They haven’t gone, the Christmas Angels.They’re hiding from me.Waiting. In the shadows.Ready to step out into the twinkling lights.Reflecting in the dirty puddles.Shimmering and blurred.Walking along the empty streets.The closed shops, the dead cafés.An open door.Please sir, can you help me?An inviting arm around my shoulder.The warmth of the hallway.Shut out the cold Eve.His smiling…
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ROGUE AGENT
My wrists were tied to a wooden bar. The door closed and I was alone. A switch clicked and light flooded the room and spilled through the fabric of the sack over my head. ‘Hello?’ A hand pulled the sack away and I looked into his face. ‘So you found me,’ he said. ‘What should…
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ANNIVERSARY
15th of May every year, Frank and Bill met at the bench. They reminisced about old times. About meeting their sweethearts that day on the rollercoaster at Coney Island. About the lives they’d had together. The good times. The sad times. About growing old and being alone. ‘Ready?’ ‘Of course!’ Then they’d ride the rollercoaster…
Iain Kelly 