Tag: Friday Fictioneers
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MY HUSBAND AND HIS LOVER
‘That’s the trouble with these old stone houses. They’re built like forts, to keep the enemy out. But once the enemy is within, it means it’s difficult to escape. Little slits instead of windows, only one door. You know, they used to tax homeowners based on the number of windows in their house, so everyone…
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SHE SELLS SEA SHELLS
She sells sea shells on the seashore. He crafts handmade furniture from driftwood he finds on the beach. The rich tourists throw them looks of disgust and wave them on. Occasionally one of them makes a sale. Enough to put food on the table and clothe their child. She dreams of the land across the…
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ROXY
The Encore, Downtown Vegas. Glitz and glamour away from the gaudy Strip and the drug-riddled suburb slums. The waitresses. All young, slim, white. Wearing just enough. There’s Roxy. Wearing just enough to conceal the mic. All the big guns will be there: Sam G., Carlos, Big Joe. He’s trusted enough to organise the AGM. He’s…
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THE UMBRELLAS OF NEW YORK
Wind blew through the trees, blowing the snow up from the ground, gusting around Guy’s face. He pulled his collar up further. Across the park he watched Madeline, her bright green umbrella luminous against the white background. Their daughter, Francis, gleefully skipped around her. ‘She’s moved on, married someone else, she’s happy. Leave them be.’…
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TICK-TOCK
‘Tick-tock, tick-tock,’ went the clock. ‘Time’s up! Time’s up!’ cried the People. ‘No more! No more!’ chanted the Poor. Save me! Save me!’ weeped the Earth. ‘Me Too! Me Too!’ screamed the Victims. Louder and louder the voices grew. Higher and higher the echos reached. Some of the Powerful fell on the sword of justice.…
Iain Kelly 