Tag: story
-
A IS FOR ANT
Anders Sand sat on the bench and looked at the graves of Henrik Ibsen and Edvard Munch, situated only metres apart. There was a steady trickle of tourists wandering past, pausing to show respect or at least recognition, and then moving on. A strange thing to do on holiday, Sand thought, to visit death. Our…
-
LOSS
They lay side-by-side on the bed. The sun broke over the harbour. Helena sat up and drew her knees to her chest. Nick looked up at her. He knew it was over. He put his hand out to brush a hair from her face. ‘There is nothing more I can do?’ Nick asked. Helena’s hands…
-
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…
-
MOTHER’S DAY
Mum stopped on the wooden causeway. The wind swept the water over the sides, lapping at our feet. Through the grey mist, a man stood. He wore a grey fedora and trench coat. Mum put her arms round my shoulders as he approached. ‘You shouldn’t have taken the kid. He might have let you go,…
-
WINSTON IN PARADISE
Winston waved off the liner as the huge ship was towed away from the harbour. He saw the Havillands and the Haliburtons waving back as he pocketed their money in his shirt pocket. Didn’t he feel like a slave ferrying the rich tourists round the island in his car, taking them out fishing in his…
Iain Kelly 