Tag: Sunday Photo Fiction
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AS EASY AS RIDING A BIKE
Another one shot passed me, hunched over his handle bars, dressed in garish tight lycra. I could feel the disdain directed towards me s he accelerated away. Think of the positives: the fresh air; the exercise; helping the environment; saving money on petrol; avoiding the traffic congestion. It all started with the building of a…
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THE HAND OF GOD
Why am I getting so upset? I don’t care about a little Argentinian who was good at kicking a ball about some grass. Why should I care that the signed shirt has to go? But here I am, tearing up at a blank space on the wall. The paint on the wall has faded to…
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A MANHATTAN TALE
Rockefeller, the Radio City Music Hall, one block over Fifth Avenue. All the famous sights of midtown Manhattan surround him as he trudges along the street. He’s not interested in any of them. Not this time. When he first arrived he had been taken in by the glitz of the place. Not anymore. Now he…
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OLD JANE
595, that’s what Jane had told me right enough. It didn’t figure, her being how I remembered her from school an’ all, and the house I was looking at now. Back then she had lived in this real palatial house, her father was some hot-shot lawyer type. How had she ended up in this dump?…
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A PEACEFUL MOMENT
He’d felt like a big kid again riding his bike to the park. He picked up a coffee and a doughnut from the 24-hour drive-through, the only place open that early in the morning. Now he sat and ate them on the picnic table. A couple of ducks sauntered over, pecking around for some crumbs.…
Iain Kelly 