Tag: Friday Fictioneers
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REAP WHAT YOU SOW
The massive missile defence cannon lit up red and orange in the night sky. ‘Citizens, once again we are safe. Russia, Iran, Korea – no one can threaten our great city!’ The crowd cheered. Klaus slipped away as the mayor continued his rabble-rousing speech. Politicians and their half-truths, he thought. The defence system he had…
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LONE WOLF
After ten days and no sign of life, with his supplies consumed, Marshall decided to descend from the mountain top. It was the middle of summer but all the trees were bare. At the bottom of the path the brook had dried up, leaving only a muddy brown puddle where the clear fresh stream once…
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THE ENEMY WITHIN
‘This is Mount Lemmon Observatory calling, is there anyone receiving?’ Only static hiss replied. Marshall rubbed his sweat-stained forehead. ‘Can anyone update us? What has happened?’ The static noise stopped. Dead silence. Marshall maneuvered the telescope with the controls. He tilted it down to face the horizon. Outside he saw bare, dead trees and barren…
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CHAINED
The chains tightened their grip. If she could just break free before he returned. How long had she been trapped here? It felt like her whole life. But there was a time before, when she was carefree and wild and full of joy. That had been taken from her, beaten from her. She tried once…
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FIELD HOSPITAL
Woozy. Sweat. Open eyes. Peeling paint, damp patches, broken ceiling fan. Movement next to me. Moist sheets. Another person. She moans. Dark hair, dark skin. Vague memories. A bar, drinking, her smiling face. Sit up, look round. Dilapidated. Head thumping. Air oppressive. Dry throat. Stagger to the window. Old, wooden frame. Open it. Humid air.…
Iain Kelly 