Tag: Friday Fictioneers
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NO QUESTIONS ASKED
Fabrizzio heaved the extra crate onto the roof and tied it down, next to his regular cargo of fresh seafood. Tourists had already begun to emerge into the Venetian dawn, among the bustle of barges delivering and collecting goods along the canal. He motored slowly along the narrow passages until he emerged into the lagoon.…
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SO CLOSE AND YET SO FAR
The pot of gold at the end of the rainbow was right there. But everytime she tried to grab it, something blocked her, like a thin mesh she couldn’t penetrate, dulling her view of the world. She would fall back and begin the long journey again, reaching up through the fog to the light. A…
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PLOTTING
The tourists and students poured into The Great Hall, the entrance to the Met. This would be the easy bit. If she picked the right time, when the crowds were at their busiest, it would be easy to slip away unnoticed. If he left the money under the ciborium in the Medieval Europe gallery, if…
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SHATTERED
That was it after twenty-five years. A note on the table when he got home from work, the suitcases gone, an empty wardrobe. He re-read: ‘can’t carry on like this… your temper… mood swings… deserve better… fighting… better for us both.’ He felt the anger building. He crumpled the note in a clenched fist. The…
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NEW BOOTS
Seeing him sitting by the road she felt she had to do something. His boots were gaffer-taped around the toes. A few doors along was a shoe shop. He smiled and followed her. The staff in the store were her only hope now, the only witnesses to have seen them. Would he like a hot meal…
Iain Kelly 