Tag: Sunday Photo Fiction
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CLASS REUNION

It had seemed like a good idea when James phoned and suggested getting the old gang together and spending a weekend at Crickley Hall, his estate in the countryside. Now we all sat in the cold next to David, crouched down in the heather, as he waited to get the perfect photograph of a wild grouse. We’d…
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GLASGOW

I sit and watch the murky waters of the River Clyde slide by, polluted and dark. The wind whistles down the river under the Kingston Bridge, the traffic overhead relentlessly gridlocked. A runner passes by along the new walkway, struggling against the strong breeze. Across the water another monstrosity of 1960’s architecture is being torn down.…
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DAFFODILS IN AUTUMN

Detective Anders Strand stood on the edge of the lake in Frogner Park. There was a chill in the air, but for a November morning it was mild weather for Oslo. He remembered the old days when this time of year saw the start of winter and below freezing temperatures. Now he looked at the daffodils…
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DURING THE WAR

George found Nick next to the old fountain in the garden after everyone from the wake had drifted away. ‘Remember when we used to splash in the water round this,’ George said. ‘It belongs to you now, along with all this,’ George gestured to the large gardens and the manor house behind them. Nick patted the…
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WAR OF THE FUTURE
Nick’s visor kept steaming up. He was breathing too hard and too fast. The only way he could clear his sight was to lift the visor open and wipe it with his gloved fingers, but now that they were outside the sealed command base that wasn’t an option. No-one knew for sure what the atmosphere…