Tag: Friday Fictioneers
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THE STAKEOUT
He ate the last crumbs, rolled up the wrapper and tossed it in the back. Still hungry. Should’ve stopped at a store for provisions on the way. Across the street nothing happened. He stared at the unmoving windows and door. How long had it been? Three hours. Another five before the night shift took over.…
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THE KING’S HEIR
They found him lying between the petals of the ornamental pink flower that was the centrepiece of the fountain. A little too much consumed at the masked ball. Nymphs and faeries ruled the gardens that night, dancing in the shadows created by the fireworks. He had been in good humour, blessing all with goodwill, even…
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BLINDSIDED
Dig the groove, the bass making the ground tremor. It robs me of my vital sense, obliterating the noises I need to guide me. I don’t care, I’m along for the ride. The crowd surrounds, a swaying mass that cocoons me. I am lost in the music. Then. An offbeat rhythm disconcerts. A sudden surge…
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WHEREVER I LAY MY CAP
They sat finishing their beers as the sun dipped behind the tenements. ‘See you in the mornin’,’ said Malky. ‘See you,’ replied Frank. They would be up before the sun, dragging themselves back down the pit for another shift. A metal bin clattered. Angry voices came from a top floor window. That would be McPeters…
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DUMPED
‘It’s over.’ He tried to remain calm, speaking in an even and clear voice, no raised voices or dramatic gestures. ‘Typical!’ She yelled her reply, trying to elicit a reaction from him. This was the problem with their relationship – he was always so passionless, so clinical, so frigid. ‘Just keep cool.’ Over-the-top histrionics, letting…
Iain Kelly 