Tag: Short Story
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THE POSTMAN ALWAYS RINGS TWICE
He was sweating. His back ached. His arms couldn’t carry the heavy parcel much further along the pedestrianised street. 4300, 4301, 4302… Almost there. He didn’t think about the walk back to the start of the street that awaited. His car was parked outside house No.1. 4376. He had made it. He dropped the parcel…
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VISTA OF WAR
Their camp was just outside the old boundary wall of the city, in a wooded area on the crest of a hill that overlooked the valley below. Central City sprawled out before them as far as they could see. The secluded camp sat in a clearing between six oak trees. Branches from the trees stretched…
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EVERYTHING BUT THE KITCHEN SINK
‘How about this… Americans harnessed electricity,…’ ‘Yes, very good, Mr. President.’ ‘…we split the atom…’ ‘Well, sir, technically that was a New Zealander.’ ‘…we gave the world the telephone…’ ‘That was a Scotsman, Sir’ ‘…and the internet…’ ‘Tim Berners-Lee was an Englishman working in Switzerland.’ ‘…we settled the Wild West…’ ‘Maybe don’t highlight our record…
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DREAMING OF HEATHER
The bed sheets are damp with sweat. The muggy, warm air offers no relief. I unwrap myself and lie on top of the duvet. This weather has to break soon. It isn’t just the close atmosphere that has made me sweat. I had been dreaming of her again. Vague images of my dream come back…
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JUST VISITING
‘What is he doing?’ ‘I have no idea.’ ‘He’s just standing there.’ A small group of onlookers stopped on the sidewalk to stare at the man standing in the middle of the intersection. ‘Did he just come out of the manhole cover?’ ‘Should we ask if he needs help?’ The lights changed. Yellow cabs swerved…
Iain Kelly 