Tag: Friday Fictioneers
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SCRAP METAL
The thing weighs a tonne, almost broke the table when I finally hefted it onto it. Got some buttons on it. Give one a tap and it makes a pleasing ‘clack’. Letters on them. Some sort of coding device? Nowhere to plug it in, can’t see an on button. Bit at the top slides side…
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NOSTALGIA
‘Closed’. The sign hung on the entrance to Rock ‘n’ Rogers 50’s Diner. ‘What will you do now?’ asked Rock. Rogers shrugged, ‘Head further south, try again.’ ‘Still think it’ll work, huh?’ ‘Sure do. People love nostalgia.’ ‘Sure, for certain things, maybe they don’t want to be reminded about everything.’ ‘It was a simpler time,…
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THE SOURCE
It started with the dead fish floating in the river. Then the cows in the fields started to get sick and the dogs started acting wild. Then a doctor at the local hospital started noticing the cancers. Something wasn’t right. It was in the water. The water that they washed in, brushed their teeth with,…
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SUPPLY AND DEMAND
‘Why the empty shelves?’ ‘I’m reorganising.’ ‘No more processed food?’ ‘Only fruit and vegetables.’ ‘Meat?’ ‘No.’ ‘Chocolate?’ ‘No.’ ‘Sweets?’ ‘No. There is no longer the demand for these things.’ ‘The health drive?’ ‘Tackling obesity.’ ‘I see, uh, you wouldn’t happen to know where I could get my hands a few treats, do you?’ ‘I can’t…
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THE SHOW MUST GO ON
The lights go up, the cast take their bow. Silence greets them from the empty auditorium. They keep going because there is nothing else to be done. Night after night, show after show, repeat and repeat. Bereft of enthusiasm they go through the motions, a ghost-like shadow of their former ardour. Delirium set in weeks…
Iain Kelly 