Tag: Friday Fictioneers
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THAT’S ENTERTAINMENT!
Lights flashed, music blared. ‘Julie is thirty-five, works in a shop and has a second job as a waitress. She doesn’t have the time to meet Mr. Right. Will she find him tonight? Let’s start The Tunnel of Love!’ The audience bayed along. Lights dimmed, tension music. Julie took two tentative steps along the curved tunnel. Loud claxon, red lights. The…
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THE SIGNALMAN
The signalman wrenched the last heavy lever into place and watched the long freight train slide passed him. He sat back at his old, beaten up desk, checked off the last piece of paperwork and filed it away. That was it. No fanfare, no applause, no big farewell. Tomorrow morning the computers would take over,…
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A COG IN THE MACHINE
Back to work after the holiday then, thought Michael, heading down the stairs to the basement and pulling on his overalls. It had been nice seeing family and friends, enjoying a few social nights out and joining in the festivities. Now to carry on with the everyday grind. There was a backlog after a fortnight…
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GRADUATION PARTY
Balloons hung on the streetlight outside the Patriots Diner. Neon shone in the grey dusk. Warm lights inside glowed. Sam stood behind the counter. A police car sped past, followed by an ambulance. He had stayed open in case he could be of any use. There would be no celebration tonight. ‘The police are now confirming…
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CHRISTMAS DINNER
Bill forked the last of the fresh hay into the feeder. He patted the damp horses and headed back to the house through the thick falling snow. As he stomped his feet at the door, Maude hung up the ‘phone. ‘That was Jessie. Their flight has been cancelled. They won’t be able to get here until Boxing Day…
Iain Kelly 