Tag: social
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AMERICANA

Every Friday night: finished school for the week they gathered at diners before hopping into their daddy’s cars and cruising through the streets, then drag-racing over at the abandoned drive-in on Parsons Street. Every week the private guard at the abandoned drive-in complained at the police station. ‘Teenagers,’ he was told. This new breed of…
Iain Kelly
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JUST DESERTS
Frank was drunk. Julia’s leaving party started at 6 in the office with a glass of champagne for everyone. Frank drank half a bottle. While some had headed off home to start their family weekends, others had headed over to the bar across the street. Frank hadn’t been specifically invited, but he tagged along at…
Iain Kelly
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ORPHAN

The metal chair was cold against his thighs, he heard only muffled voices from behind the door. He looked at the shaft of sunlight that played across the wall and floor of the white corridor. Small particles of dust danced in the still air. His mother’s face appeared before him, her kind smile and comforting…
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THE GIRL ON THE OLD TRAM

Modern, sleek cars had been rolled out along the route. At the time Jonathan travelled every morning an ancient tram still clanked and rattled along. Accompanying him each day were the unchanging faces that shared this journey. The familiar smile and muttered greeting part of their set routine. She appeared one grey morning. A ray of light…
Iain Kelly
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CLASS SOCIETY

‘Why do you do it, mother?’ Jennie asked, as her mother tucked her into bed and prepared to return to her guests. ‘Do what, darling?’ ‘The singing.’ ‘What’s wrong with my singing?’ Jennie thought back to the after dinner entertainment. Father sat at the piano, Jennie next to him to turn his pages, and Mother…
Iain Kelly