Tag: Friday Fictioneers
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REHABITATION
George Washington stood at the bow of the liner as the port came into view. He was aware of the cameras and people around him, the helicopters above, the military ships alongside. He thought about his parents. This was their homeland. They had left before he was born, as part of the evacuation. They had…
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PEACE AT LAST
Agnes lay awake staring at the roof of the tent. She gave Archie a nudge. ‘What now?’ he grumbled. ‘Don’t you hear that?’ ‘I didn’t hear anything.’ Archie rolled over. ‘This wasn’t what I had in mind when you said you had a surprise planned.’ A strange howl sounded in the distance. ‘Was that a…
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BEST FORGOTTEN
Lillian stared at the incongruous door. Why had it been added to the old stone entrance? Why the rusty chain in front of it? She ran back to her father. ‘If there is a door, why does there need to be a chain?’ she asked. Her father looked down at her. ‘So that no one gets…
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OPENING NIGHT
A deep breath. I hear the chatter from the audience settle as the auditorium lights dim. The expectant silence. I grip the neck of my cello tightly and close my eyes. Visualise. Breathe. I see the endless hours of practice. Fingers bleeding. The encouraging smile of my father and mother. The exasperated berating of my…
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EMIGRANTS
‘Good lord,’ Archie exclaimed. ‘Have you seen what they’ve done to that turret roof?’ Agnes sighed, not looking up from her newspaper. ‘Yes, dear. I saw it when the scaffolding came down last night.’ ‘It’s one thing to stick ghastly turret extensions on their house, quite another to have one in gaudy bright colours.’ Archie…
Iain Kelly 