Tag: Friday Fictioneers
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THE PROPERTY DEVELOPER
The cannons sprayed water through the night sky onto the roof of the blazing building. A crowd of nearby residents gathered to watch. The old theatre, dwarfed by surrounding modern apartments, had lain empty for several years. It was preserved and protected for reasons of architectural heritage. Remarkably, the surrounding buildings were untouched by the…
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THE LAST SHOP
Herbert let the final customer out, a lady all the way from Missouri who bought a purple coat. He closed the store for the last time. He had expected more ceremony. Only one journalist had come to bear witness. Since Ancient Greece there had been shops – physical places with goods to sell. 5th Avenue,…
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HAPPY THOUGHTS
She stood contemplating the display of strange ornaments. The yellow one would have the most impact, but was too heavy for her to wield. The ornate one was too flimsy. The stumpy one too short. The blue one seemed perfect, but she noticed a crack around the trunk. She settled on the red one –…
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A MEMORABLE MOMENT
Archie stood contemplating the winter sun set. ‘What a lovely moment,’ Archie sighed. ‘If you say so,’ said Agnes, shivering and stamping her cold feet. ‘Can we go now?’ ‘We could just cross the river here rather than walking all the way back to the bridge,’ Archie suggested. The water level was low. Before Agnes…
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IN THE HOLLOW TREE
Nothing sinister or suspect. Samson looked out at the row of bungalows. A car drove past, a dog barked, the trees swayed in the breeze. He stepped inside the house, walking through the hallway, glancing in each room. No signs of disturbance. She lived here alone. Late last night, a call from neighbours reporting screaming.…
Iain Kelly 