Tag: Friday Fictioneers
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CONNECTION
He found the phone booth that would provide a secure landline connection. He punched in the number. Two rings and a click. ‘Danny?’ Her voice was tired. ‘Did you do it?’ he asked. He pictured the blood-spattered body. ‘I had orders.’ ‘I have to come after you.’ ‘I’ll guess I’ll be seeing you.’ The line…
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THE COLLABORATOR
How ironic that he should use this car in order to blend in to the street life of Haifa. When Elias had been a boy the sight of a Volkswagen would have turned heads. Not anymore. The man crossed the street in front of the car. Elias glanced at the photograph to be sure. It…
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DIANA
Lise blinked as the light glinted in the small window. The sheet beneath her was cool against her skin. She lay on her side and watched the sun play on her pale flesh. Lifting her hand she placed it on her stomach. Auguste would notice the broadening abdomen soon. Today he promised to finish. He…
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DYSFUNCTIONAL
Max stared at the wall. He threw the chewed paperclip into the plastic cup and picked up a fresh one. ‘How many is that?’ Darcy asked from across the cubicle divide. ‘Ten.’ Max answered, putting the new paperclip between his teeth. ‘You’re not functioning well today.’ ‘A-ha!’ Max shouted and spat out the paperclip. Leaning…
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HITMAN
Phillips pressed himself against a wall. The alleyways of the old town were the ideal place to confront his pursuer. He had noticed her in the bar earlier. He flattered himself that she was paying particular attention to him out of personal attraction. She had followed him when he left. Hitmen were becoming dangerously attractive…
Iain Kelly 