Tag: literature
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THE BURNING MONK
Sayadaw Ashin Nanda bowed his head. A steady stream of vehicles passed by. Drivers stared at the monk. Fingering his prayer beads, he asked for answers. The noise of the city faded into the background. He tried to recall what the scene would have looked like fifty years ago. *** Thích Quảng Đức, the Vietnamese…
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BUT THERE WAS A CRIMINAL
He felt broken. Battered. Alone. No one believed him. There was no body. But there was a criminal. Out there. A murderer. He was sure of it. Someone had to deliver justice. Him. Written as part of #MicroMondays, hosted by Varad over at Loose End Of The Thread. For more information and to join in…
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SPUR OF THE MOMENT
A fancy dress party. Not my sort of thing. But sitting in alone again made me think twice. Everyone out there having a good time. Why not me too? What can I wear? I know. My check shirt, old jeans. Rummage through the children’s old toy box. There it is, a toy gun and a…
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IN THE HOLLOW TREE
Nothing sinister or suspect. Samson looked out at the row of bungalows. A car drove past, a dog barked, the trees swayed in the breeze. He stepped inside the house, walking through the hallway, glancing in each room. No signs of disturbance. She lived here alone. Late last night, a call from neighbours reporting screaming.…
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THE PRICE OF TREASON
A beautiful day in the Old Town, or what remained of it. The buildings that had stood for centuries were now reduced to rubble. As Farouk walked through the cluttered streets there were signs of life re-emerging. Children’s voices could be heard. Groups of people gathered and gossiped as they had done before the war.…
Iain Kelly 