Tag: Sunday Photo Fiction
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THE LOST LEGION
‘What now?’ screamed Aetius. Another hail of arrows split open the sky, hurtling down on them. On command the surviving legionnaires raised their shields and fended off the onslaught. The screams and cries signalled more men lost. The wild gale battered them, the rain hammered them relentlessly. General Manius stared through the bleak grey storm…
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OLD FRIEND
The grey clouds hung low over the surrounding rooftops. Phillips stood next to the gate. His breath formed small puffs of mist. He pressed his hands deeper into his pockets. ‘They sent you.’ Phillips recognised the voice from the other side of the gate. He had last heard it in the bar in Whitehall all…
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LADY MADONNA
I sat under the umbrella of the cafe, shaded from the strong Roman sun. Sipping from the cool ice drink I watched the people go by. Excited, loud groups of school children ran across the ancient cobbles mixing with bus tours of the ponderous elderly. Teenagers by the fountains took selfies with their phones. Couples sat…
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ASSASSIN
Donovan got back to his car. He turned on the small red ‘phone. He watched the traffic. Nothing suspicious. The screen blinked. He clicked through the menus to the ‘Music’ folder. Strange. Usually there was just a recorded message from The Office with details of the target. Instead there were music tracks. He scrolled through…
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A FLY IN THE KEYBOARD
He pondered the email on his screen. His initial outrage had prompted him to write a thunderous reply, filled with ill-tempered language and dismissive ire. How dare they criticise his work? Who did they think they were? ‘Just ignore it,’ his agent always told him. ‘You don’t need to prove anything. Your a bestseller. Who…
Iain Kelly 