Tag: Sunday Photo Fiction
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THE GREAT CHRISTMAS GETAWAY
The Departure Lounge was rammed with people. The sensible ones carried everything essential in backpacks, others insisted on dragging large suitcases behind them, adding to the gridlock. Sea-Tac Airport expected the last weekend before Christmas to be busy – it always was – but even the additional check-in staff and baggage handlers were unable to…
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LONELINESS
The wind howled round the lighthouse. Jackson looked up at the bright beam as it circled round, shielding his eyes from the driving rain. Satisfied that all was in order he went back inside. He took off his soaked oilskin jacket and walked up the staircase to his bed. The relief wouldn’t be able to…
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WOMAN ‘PROVES’ NESSIE EXISTS
“Man ‘Definitely’ Saw Aliens!” “Doctor ‘Heals’ With Touch Alone!” “Scientists ‘Travel’ Back In Time!” The Editor-in-Chief threw the papers across the room as he spat out each headline. “It would be nice, just once, to have a front page that was genuine and didn’t require quotation marks for legal reasons.” “Remember we did try that,…
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THE PICTURE ON THE WALL
Another motel, another room, another picture on the wall. This one a broad wearing suspenders changing the tyre on a car. It wasn’t the worst one I’d seen. Too many pillows on the bed. I picked one up and sat it on my lap, my back sat against the huge cushioned headboard. The bedside lamp…
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THE KELPIE
He appeared naked, emerging from the mist hanging over the loch. Mhairi stopped scrubbing the shirt. His torso was chiselled, the hair a dark mane, his eyes a piercing green. When the water no longer covered the top of his legs she knew she should look away, but she stared, as in a trance. He…
Iain Kelly 