Tag: Sunday Photo Fiction
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THE PATH TO RELIGIOUS FREEDOM
They found him the next morning, tangled among the branches of the topiary tree. It appeared Father Reg had managed to stagger back from the local pub despite severe inebriation. However, on reaching the monastic retreat where he had been living in meditative isolation, Father Reg had confused the symbolic door of the religious installation…
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UNCIVIL RIGHTS
‘It doesn’t even need a scarecrow, it’s a wild flower border!’ He stormed out the door, to be confronted by the ridiculous face grinning at him, atop patterned dress and handbag. He was all for equality, he was all for ending gender stereotyping, he was right behind the #metoo movement. But her latest statement was…
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THE ACCOUNTANT
They stood outside the wire fence. The assistant from the law firm gave him an smile. That morning he had experienced one last lie-in, then headed for a shower. He dropped the soap at one point, pausing as he bent over to pick it up and recalling the numerous jokes made about such a thing…
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NATURAL BEHAVIOUR
Melinda trembled as she dialled the number. She bit her finger nails, holding the ‘phone to her ear, praying she would answer. Out the window she watched Indigo and Lake running round the garden. They seemed so happy, but… The voicemail service answered. She swore and hung up, then re-dialled. ‘Come on,’ she muttered. This…
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MUTATION
‘Scan it,’ Colonel Hawk ordered. Kelso gulped and approached the huge skull with it’s gaping eyes and large nasal cavity. He raised his scanner. It bleeped and the gave a read out. He radioed back. ‘Negative, Colonel. Whatever it is, it’s from this planet.’ ‘Some sort of mutated monster gorilla,’ Hazard mused, peering over the…
Iain Kelly 