Tag: Sunday Photo Fiction
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SOMEWHERE
The wind whipped her loose hair around her face as the small fishing boat chugged slowly out of the bay. It was calm in the sheltered harbour but ahead in the wide open vista they could see billowing clouds and showers of rain. A rainbow arched over the skyline where the contrasting weather fronts met.…
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THE RAID
The SUVs with blacked out windows swept through the quiet suburb, lights flashing. They descended on the school, swooping in to block access roads and prevent anyone leaving. From each vehicle emerged two agents in black suits. In unison they approached the main entrance. A visibly shocked and bemused Miss Carthwright pointed in the direction…
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ARTISTIC IMPROVISATION
The curator scratched her head, while the museum porters waited for her decision. ‘Well, remove it of leave it?’ the surly head porter demanded. They looked at the knotted tree branches atop the wicker chairs. She honestly couldn’t remember if it had been there before or not. The Museum of Rural Life in Lumberton, North…
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A FINAL FAREWELL
Sweep, sweep. I watch the worker brush the final bits of debris into the pile of rubble. The abandoned café had been the perfect spot. That’s why I’d used it. The area was a wasteland of crumbling warehouses, forsaken ghettos and no witnesses. Then the Port Authority announced their plans for waterfront renewal. Millions of…
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STREET HUSTLER
This was her spot. Ideally quiet away from traffic at the end of the alley, yet near enough to the main roads of the city centre to guarantee custom. She had fought off challengers over the last few months. Not just other, older, more experienced girls who knew a prime sight when they saw one,…
Iain Kelly 