Tag: Friday Fictioneers
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END TIMES
Christenson fell to his knees, his hands raised to the skies, his face a scream of agony. ‘Show yourself!’ he cried. Outside the storm tore at the earth. Debris battered against the protective dome. Trees, buildings, animals – all tossed asunder. Inside the palm trees were still, the climate pleasant. Only the constant howling noise…
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EXTENDED VACATION
Archie strolled back from the shop, newspaper under his arm. Another fine Mediterranean morning. In the campervan, Agnes was still in bed. Archie settled down in his seat to read the headlines. Iran had retaliated against America with missile fire. A commercial aeroplane had gone down. He turned the page. Bush fires in Australia. Not…
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DAUGHTER
He picked her up, holding her close, feeling her warm soft hair against his cheek. She was light as a feather, his little bundle of joy. He swirled her round the wooden circle, a stage for their bond. He heard that infectious laugh that could not be resisted. He saw the cheeky glint in her…
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HERE’S LOOKIN’ AT YOU, KID
‘We’ve checked everywhere, Sam, it ain’t here,’ said Ruth. I dropped the sledgehammer. ‘Alright Gutman, where is it?’ ‘I told you. Ask Cairo. He knows, not me.’ ‘Cairo’s dead. So’s Archer. You’re responsible. Now cough up the statue.’ ‘Poor Mr. Spade. You’re nothing but a clueless gumshoe.’ ‘The Falcon, where is it?’ I aimed the…
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A LITTLE FESTIVE EXCESS
‘Room for one more?’ Hank slurred cheerily, lifting his wide posterior into the small bus. He crammed into a seat. The driver jumped out into the traffic, angry horns blared. Kaleidoscopic lights blurred. Sudden stops. Chaotic traffic. Sweat and body odour. He felt the beer sloshing around in his stomach. A little excess again, but…
Iain Kelly 