Tag: Sunday Photo Fiction
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THE LAST SNOW LEOPARD
He had been waiting an eternity for a glimpse of the almost mythical creature that lived in the mountains in Asia. Seeing it on film was one thing, the chance to see one alive was something else. And time was running out – this old male was the last one left. A hush of wind…
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A MORNING STROLL THROUGH A BRITISH TOWN
The snow was turning to slush and melting away, the festive decorations hung limply. The long winter with little to look forward to stretched ahead, like the dark main street at dawn. He liked walking around the town in the early morning. It reminded him of how it used to be. The old shop fronts,…
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CHRISTMAS WITHOUT HER
The overnight snowfall showed no sign of melting. He gave up any thought of his daily walk to the local shop, then remembered it would be closed anyway. A white Christmas would have made her happy. He sat back in his armchair. On the radio they were playing the classic Christmas songs. The lights on…
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ANOTHER YEAR
Back on the usual spot. It’s nice to get out of the dark box in the attic. The first minutes were rough as always – turned upside down, shaken around, played with like a toy, before being settled on the mantelpiece. The youngest is tall enough to reach me now, so I had a couple…
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THE HOBGOBLIN’S FEAST
After seven days he came upon a clearing in the forest. Ten small hutches had been made, with moss and twigs for roofs, arranged in a circle around a campfire. ‘You have been busy,’ he said, poking at the dying embers. They were still warm, they couldn’t be far. He raised his large nose into…
Iain Kelly 