Tag: Friday Fictioneers
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BELIEF
Jimmy shook his head as he saw the kid walking up to the gym through the deep snow. ‘You didn’t have to come in today, kid. No one else did.’ ‘Weather’s not gonna stop me.’ He walked off to get changed. ‘You know Rocky was made up, right?’ Jimmy called after him. Jimmy had seen…
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WITHERED ROSE
She had withered over the cold winter. The gradual process of ageing had taken its final undignified collapse. Francis wheeled her mother outside into the garden, where the morning sunshine had evaporated the dew and birdsong brought promise of the arriving spring. As the rays of light beamed over the frail figure, the hunched back…
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ENOUGH ALREADY
Snow. Again. Christmas had been magical. Days off school in January building snowmen had been fun. Now it was February. The thought of ice cold hands and toes put him off going outside. The roads were closed. Elsa had put ‘Frozen’ on for the hundredth time. Football practice had been cancelled for the third week in…
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AFTERMATH
Pale skin made her standout. Too many heads turned in her direction. Assassinations make people suspicious. Years of civil war did that to a country. The heat was heavy and oppressive. The hotel, a ramshackle construction of tin roofs and wooden struts, teetering on collapse. The receptionist, red lips and false eyelashes, eyed her as…
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STUMPED
The town hall meeting had turned ugly. Councillor Lewisham tried vainly to placate the natives. ‘If you could let me explain. There’s prohibitive cost involved as well as environmental regulations.’ ‘Rubbish!’ ‘The trees are a danger. One more storm and they’ll fall right on my house.’ ‘Typical politician, all talk. Regulation this, regulation that.’ ‘Why…
Iain Kelly 