Tag: Friday Fictioneers
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NOSTALGIA
‘Are they close enough together?’ He looked at the room. It seemed crowded and cluttered, but apparently that’s how they used to do it. ‘Four round that small table?’ They would be banging elbows. ‘It’s how they wanted it,’ the maitre d’ shrugged. The serving staff would have trouble manoeuvring in and out the small…
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WE’LL ALWAYS HAVE PARIS
‘We’ll always have Paris.’ Yeah, right. Now look at those memories: faded, crumpled and tossed in the dumpster. She was just like all the rest of those broads, dames and dolls. As soon as she had stepped on that plane she had forgotten about me. Back to her old life, her passionless marriage of convenience.…
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ROOFTOP
My favourite spot, sitting on the rooftop. I prefer it when I can hear the hustle and bustle of life below. The sirens are more ominous in the surrounding silence. Life is getting back to normal, people are moving around. Now my work will begin. His virus has spread through the city like a plague.…
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WRONG END OF THE RAINBOW
Life had been a disaster since he found the pot of gold. His wife had found out about his new found wealth, so he’d had to kill her. He didn’t trust the kids anymore, the murderous little bastards were looking to inherit, so he’d cut them off. The yacht and the supercar had been fun…
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LOCKDOWN
Shutters down, windows boarded up, phone disconnected. Four months since the lockdown began, enough food and toilet paper for another year. Tap, tap, tap. What is it? She won’t risk finding out. Until then, she will stay in the basement. *** Agnes knocked on the door again. ‘Let’s go,’ said Archie. ‘It’s been two weeks,…
Iain Kelly 