Tag: Sunday Photo Fiction
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SPRING BLOSSOM
The pink blossom signalled the arrival of spring. The temperature turned to a pleasant warmth. The skies were blue, the air was fresh. The sense of a new beginning, a fresh start. Optimism and positivity. Every year the same. The cold, harsh winter left behind. Neighbours emerged from their cocooned houses, smiling and waving. Children…
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THE LAST TOY MAKER IN PARIS
Henri-Pierre Cailloux slowly put down his tools on the bench and sighed. The clock struck midnight. He wound up the mechanism and watched as the wooden toy flapped it’s wings gently. He closed his eyes and listened to the whirring and ticking. A satisfied smile spread over his face. Everything in perfect working order. This…
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DAHLIA
Dahlia checked her watch again. Half an hour late. It wasn’t unusual for Bjarne. She had told no one about her older man. He had promised her he had told no one either. If her parents found out she was dating a man in his twenties they wouldn’t understand. Families walked round the Viking ship.…
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SAND
The taxi pulled up at the end of dirt track. Gabi Henriksen got out and asked the driver to wait. She walked over to the figure standing at the edge of the cliff. The wind blustered, blowing her blonde hair across her face. The waves crashed onto the rocks at the foot of the sheer…
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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,…
Iain Kelly 