Tag: Man
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ROLE REVERSAL
Ironing done, dinner cooking. Time to put the kettle on and rest for ten minutes before she got home. It was hard work keeping his house in order, not that the women who ran the world understood. Just because he didn’t go out to work, didn’t mean he wasn’t working. Just as he sat down…
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GILT-EDGED
Glass roses, gilt-edged with gold, smashed and splintered. He sits among them, the broken shards of his life. She has gone now, the fire and the fury. She will return, he knows. She will do it again. Why does he put up with it? That abstract notion of love? Loyalty? Or shame? Shame that a…
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THE FIRST SNOWFALL
Her skin is pale, her rumpled cotton vest and panties whiter than the cream sheets she lies on. She murmurs something in her sleep and rolls over, an exquisite bare thigh arching on top of the covers. Her hair is dark black in contrast, a short bob framing her resting face. The cold winter air…
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THE MAN IN THE WINDOW
Midday, there he is, like clockwork. She looks out the window as he walks along the alley. He gets to the junction and stops. She checks her watch and starts timing him. Thirty seconds exactly, then he starts walking again. Everyday the same routine. She has imagined why he acts this way. Has he lost…
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THE ASCENT OF A MAN
The room spun around him as he lurched to the bottom of the staircase. He swore it had been straight the last time he had been here, now it spiraled upwards, a seemingly insurmountable obstacle. With one hand he gripped the banister, the other held his side, failing to stem the flow of oozing blood.…
Iain Kelly 