Tag: Friday Fictioneers
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STRAWBERRY SWING
She’d had the idea while watching a gardening magazine show – apparently plants had emotions and responded to music and words. Perfect. She stripped down the old grand piano, rejigged the strings and hammers, filled it with grade-A compost and planted the seeds. She soon had a playlist – Rachmaninoff and Chopin went down best…
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A NEW BROOM
‘Well, what do you think?’ ‘Very nice. The new ATS 83 model, is it?’ ‘Yes, got a good trade in for it too.’ ‘They took the old broom off your hands?’ ‘They can still use it for spare parts. Want a shot?’ ‘Would love too.’ ‘Pointed helmets on then. Just lift that cat flap at…
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ABSOLUTION
It was only after she had left that he remembered the Deli store had closed down last week. ‘Just popping to the Deli store,’ she had called up the stairs. He already knew where she was going. It was just that the lie was so barefaced this time. He decided to head out to the…
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GILT-EDGED
Glass roses, gilt-edged with gold, smashed and splintered. He sits among them, the broken shards of his life. She has gone now, the fire and the fury. She will return, he knows. She will do it again. Why does he put up with it? That abstract notion of love? Loyalty? Or shame? Shame that a…
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ESTABLISHED PROCEDURE
Up at seven on the dot. Hop into the shower, towel dry, throw on my uniform. Pop a slice of bread in the toaster, spoon on some jam (no clean knives again!), browse the morning headlines. Bag packed, ready to leave at eight on the button. Door opens, out I go, along the corridor and…
Iain Kelly 