Tag: Friday Fictioneers
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ON THE BEACH WITH SANDRA
This was not what he had in mind when Sandra invited him on a beach holiday. He’d thought of golden sand and her golden hair; revealing swimwear barely concealing her tanned curves; frolicking in the sea… Sandra rubbed her grimy, seaweed-covered hands on her dirty overalls and threw the trowel aside, her smile beaming. ‘Another…
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HUGO
Paris, 1829. Victor hastened along the snow-covered street. A warm fireside awaited him. Soon he would be surrounded by dear Adèle and his children, no doubt excited by the late snowfall. ‘Excusez-moi monsieur, a few francs for a veteran?’ The beggar held out his hand. Victor drew back, revulsed at the sight of the disfigured…
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CLOISTERED
The ridiculous habit made it difficult to clamber down the bush-covered arch into the cloister. From there it was a sprint across the lawn to the door, where she knocked four times. The door was opened. They paused at the gateway. Was this what they really wanted? Would the Lord be watching them? No time to…
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THE GRAVEDIGGER
This was the tree alright, the dead one with no leaves. Streetlight nearby, no need for the torch I had brought. A night of hard labour ahead, best get to it. Sweat and dirt, clanging metal on rocky, hard ground. Takes longer than you think to dig a deep grave. At three in the morning…
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FRUIT OF THE LOOM
His big hands would never be able to string up the intricate spindles, though she welcomed the attention of those capable hands on other occasions. His strong legs could push the treadles faster but he adored the shapely toned thighs and calves constantly pedalling the loom gave her. They each had their field of expertise:…
Iain Kelly 