Tag: Friday Fictioneers
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CRYONICS
The Director of the Institute walked Peter along an endless sterile corridor. ‘So, Mr. Franks, when you choose your time to arrive here, you’ll get a secure shuttered unit assigned to you.’ The Director informed him. ‘So behind each of these shutters…?’ Peter tailed off. The Director smiled. ‘Yes, behind each of these doors there…
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CHANDELIER
‘Ta-da!’ announced Agnes, throwing her arms open wide, ‘what do you think?’ Archie stared at the array of lights hanging vertically from the ceiling, above the grand staircase. ‘What the…?’ he stared open-mouthed. ‘Isn’t it marvellous?’ gushed Agnes, oblivious to Archie’s response. ‘It’s…it’s…very big.’ ‘Over a thousand individual lights.’ ‘Well, if it’s what you want.’…
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ALL SEWN UP
Granny Jess passed away peacefully in her home, surrounded by her family. Sandra, her eldest, had the task of cleaning out the house where Granny had lived on her own for forty years. She took me along. ‘What’s this, Mum?’ I asked. Sandra smiled. ‘That’s your Granny’s old sewing machine.’ ‘Should we keep it?’ My Mum…
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LIFEBOAT
She had been drifting for three days and three nights now. The old wooden boat creaked and strained. She looked anxiously at the sea water appearing gently through the hull. The pool of water grew slowly. She had a couple of hours until they would disappear beneath the surface. The wind began to pick up. Waves lapped over…
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A WASP’S NEST
The boy watched his father standing by the sea on the pebble beach. The sun shone in the clear sky, the water shimmered in the breeze. He prodded at the stones with his toe. Beneath them he saw a small, brown object. He picked it up. Pieces flaked away when he picked at the structure. As…
Iain Kelly 