Tag: Sunday Photo Fiction
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VIEW ASKEW
‘He’s very proud of it,’ Agnes looked out the kitchen window, sipping from her G & T. Her friend, Winnie, peered out alongside her. There were a series of bumps and bangs from the skewed wooden shed, before Archie emerged from the door. ‘At least it’s kept him occupied for the summer.’ Winnie commented. ‘It’s…
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THE ROAD WELL TRAVELLED
The affair had been stupid, a typical middle-aged spasm to prove there was still life in the old dog. The grey tarmac rolled on in front of him, miles of it already lay behind. On the horizon ahead, blue sky met blue sea. ‘Why the hire car?’ she had asked when she had picked him…
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FOR HIRE
Exhausted, dehydrated and sunburnt, they let the tide sweep them in for the final nautical mile. They slouched on their recliners and held hands. ‘We made it,’ he said, ‘I told you we could.’ ‘Four months on this contraption. Next year, let’s have a walking holiday,’ she replied. On the shore, the gathered crowd awaited…
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A TRUE SCOTSMAN
‘Bagpipes aren’t even a Scottish invention.’ ‘But they are the Scottish instrument.’ ‘No one in Scotland goes around dressed in kilts.’ ‘No-one?’ ‘Okay, the odd bloke might, but he smells of whiskey and urine and people steer clear of him.’ ‘The American tourists love this stuff.’ ‘Do you really think Scots wear tartan everyday?’ ‘I’ve…
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THE NEW FRONTIER
Dust blew over the barren landscape. Tumbleweed rolled through the desert and piled up on the side of the buildings. The buildings made up the main street, the only street, of Cody, Wyoming. Outside the saloon, Jensen swept the wooden decking. As soon as the brush removed a layer of sand, the wind blew a…
Iain Kelly 