Tag: Friday Fictioneers
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LOSS
They lay side-by-side on the bed. The sun broke over the harbour. Helena sat up and drew her knees to her chest. Nick looked up at her. He knew it was over. He put his hand out to brush a hair from her face. ‘There is nothing more I can do?’ Nick asked. Helena’s hands…
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THE ENTERTAINER
The press and public were behind the fence that circled the property, far enough away to prevent them seeing inside the old house. Horowitz looked out at the growing crowd. News had spread fast. He had got the call as he was about to end his shift. A dead body, suicide. He recognised the address. Now he looked at…
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THE GIANT’S POCKET WATCH
Leonard woke and rubbed his head. A few too many last night at the annual Spring Harvest festival. He should have steered clear of the cider. He put his hand in his pocket to find his watch missing. He must have dropped it on the way home last night. *** Emily looked at the huge…
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PLAGUE
Angie came running in with her prisoner trapped inside the jar. ‘Look what I got, Mum.’ Mum was too busy scrubbing dust out of the clothes. ‘Look what I caught, Dad.’ Dad was too busy in the barn, shoeing the horse. Angie sat on the stoop. ‘Not one of them is interested.’ She watched the…
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RAIN DELAYS PLAY
Bob tapped in on the 9th green. Level par halfway round. The children packed off to their grandparents, a romantic weekend ahead with Helen and a quiet round of golf while she finished up at work. This was the life. As he teed off on the 10th the sunshine faded. Bob looked up. The clear…
Iain Kelly 