Tag: Friday Fictioneers
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TO KILL A MOCKING BIRD
The power saw sliced through the panel at the wrong angle. ‘Dammit.’ The latest mishap during the garage renovation. The myna bird laughed. Definitely a laugh this time. Three days it had perched, mocking his every calamity. ‘Funny, is it?’ he asked. The yellow beak cachinnated. He put some seed in his hand. The myna…
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MISTAKEN IDENTITY
James stood against the railing, feeling refreshed in his tuxedo. It had been an arduous fortnight. Tomorrow, disembark at Alexandria, then a plane ride back home to London. A woman approached, dressed in an elegant ballgown. ‘Join me?’ she asked, offering a flute of champagne. A boy ran between them and vomited over the side…
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RELEASED
Vince reached the familiar streets of the old industrial area. The factories lay silent and rusting. Sitting on the same bench he had used for forty years, he sat and had his lunch, looking at the workplace he had devoted the best years of his life to in the distance. A siren sounded, followed by…
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GRANDPA’S LUCKY SHOES
The black leather gleamed. It had taken a lot of scrubbing and polishing to restore them to this state. The nest of spiders in the toe of the right shoe was a nasty surprise. They slipped onto the withered feet with ease. ‘Why the old shoes?’ the undertaker’s assistant asked. ‘Family request. Apparently they were…
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#BREAD
‘OMGosh, Dad!’ Frank froze, knife with butter held over his bread. ‘What?’ ‘Your bread.’ Sophie pointed. He looked at the bread. ‘I know, it’s got a hole in it. It’s not the end of the world.’ He motioned the knife towards the bread. ‘Wait!’ shouted Sophie, hustling Frank out the way and snapping a picture…
Iain Kelly 