Tag: Sunday Photo Fiction
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FARMER BARRY
When he was a small boy, Barry loved playing with the toy farm his father made for him. He tended to the small cows, sheep and pigs, drove the tractor, mucked out the stables and fed the horses. Sometimes his father would join him, but after his parents divorce he sat playing on his own.…
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AUTUMN LEAVES
Archie looked at the overhanging branches from the neighbours overgrown sycamore tree. Every Autumn the leaves fell into his garden, burying the flowerbeds and lawn. Every Autumn he had to clear them. It had taken him all morning to sweep the leaves up. Now they sat in one big pile in the middle of the…
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THE NEW NORMAL
Elaine looked at the water lapping against the side of the house. She could see the small white line she had made yesterday. ‘Level is the same as yesterday,’ she said. Albert nodded. That meant the dam had held. Another storm had passed and their town was secure. ‘Anything you need from the store?’ ‘Just…
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MARKSMANSHIP
The first one was for the mother-in-law. Ten years of interference and nagging. I felt the anger start to build. I was never good enough for her daughter. Well, now she had what she wanted. Harley was gone. I took a deep breath. I squeezed the trigger. 200 yards away the china tea cup exploded…
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LEMMINGS
There were six of them now. Jimmy had been the first. He had been strolling along until he came upon the sign: ‘Sidewalk Closed – Please Use Other Side.’ The sidewalk appeared to be passable, but the sign told him otherwise. Jimmy had waited for a break in the traffic. It was an eight-lane highway.…
Iain Kelly 