Tag: grief

• CHRISTMAS WITHOUT HER

  

  The overnight snowfall showed no sign of melting. He gave up any thought of his daily walk to the local shop, then remembered it would be closed anyway. A white Christmas would have made her happy. He sat back in his armchair. On the radio they were playing the classic Christmas songs. The lights on…

  Iain Kelly

  24/12/2017

  creative writing, Flash Fiction, Short Story, Sunday Photo Fiction

  celebration, christmas, creative writing, Death, drama, family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, grief, literature, lonely, old age, remembrance, Short Story, snow, story, Sunday Photo Fiction, together, traditional, Writing, writing prompt

• ELLIE

  

  Ellie struggled along the icy path to the children’s hospital, two full bags in either hand. ‘Morning, Ellie. What are you donating today? More hats?’ Ellie nodded. Bill took the bags from her. ‘Thank you, Ellie. You have a nice Christmas.’ Ellie left silently. Bill handed the bags to Beth. ‘Put these with the rest.’…

  Iain Kelly

  20/12/2017

  creative writing, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Sunday Photo Fiction

  baby, bereavement, charity, child, christmas, Cold, coping, creative writing, Death, depression, donation, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, grief, hats, hospital, infant, kindness, knitting, literature, loss, neo-natal, sadness, Short Story, storm, story, Writing, writing prompt

• LITTLE SISTER

  Daniel placed the doll carefully on top of the pile. He struck the match and held it next to the teddy bear. The flame grew. It consumed all the toys. When his mother came running out the house it was too late. *** ‘Why did you burn your sister’s toys, Daniel?’ his father asked him that…

  Iain Kelly

  31/05/2017

  creative writing, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Short Story

  bereavement, brother, cot death, creative writing, Death, doll, family, Fiction, fire, flame, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, grief, literature, Short Story, SIDS, sister, story, sudden infant death syndrome, teddy bear, toys, Writing, writing prompt

• THE LAST FLOWERS

             Eight in the morning and she was still the only one there. She wasn’t surprised. It had been three weeks now. Still Evie felt she had to come. She hunched down against the concrete pillar, protecting her from the unceasing wind. At least it wasn’t raining today. The surface of…

  Iain Kelly

  28/07/2016

  Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, Short Story, Writing

  creative writing, depression, drama, Fiction, flowers, grief, Short Story, suicide, tragedy, Writing