Tag: Friday Fictioneers
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HER FIRST TIME
She thought the first time would have been an epiphany, a glimpse at paradise. Instead, here she was underneath the overpass, among squalid dirt and mud. The climactic moment had come with a rush of adrenaline, but it was over too quickly. Her breathing returned to normal, she fixed her rucked top and smoothed her…
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PERFECTION
Gustav sat on his foldout chair, staring at the carved tree trunk. The gathered crowd waited for his next movement. The Monterey Wood Carving Festival had finished two weeks ago. The other sculptures had since been removed. Gustav had become a local celebrity. He would leave when he was sure it was finished. He picked up…
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GABRIELLA
He shifted the pawn forward and sat back. He undid the top button of his shirt and took a slug of the oaky scotch. ‘You don’t have to hide, I know you’re here,’ he called out to the empty room. A head of chestnut hair rose silently from behind the chessboard. How had she managed to…
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SACRIFICE TO THE GODS
‘Run through the checklist.’ ‘Okay. The ceremony must take place in a grand altar.’ They look round the baroque dome and nod at each other. ‘Check.’ ‘Six golden urns placed in a circle atop six poles.’ ‘Check.’ ‘Attire of purple cloaks to worship royalty and their wealth.’ They look sheepishly at the garish cloaks they…
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BOB’S LAST DAY AT WORK
‘Welcome to the EMIRATES Spinnaker Tower, as I legally have to call it.’ ‘It was going to be opened in 2000 and be named the Millennium Tower, but due to political ineptitude, it didn’t open until 2005, so was renamed ‘Spinnaker’, a type of sail.’ ‘The tower sits on Gunwharf Quay. In the 18th-century it…
Iain Kelly 