Tag: Sunday Photo Fiction
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PATHFINDER
Finally he came upon a path. He had no idea how long he had been wandering lost in the forest. At first he had stumbled blindly, with no sense of direction. Then slowly, gradually, he had begun to figure out a way to get through the tangled web of roots and foliage and trees. Now…
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LIVING IT UP AT THE HOTEL INFERNO
Frank opened his door, bleary-eyed, towel over shoulder, wash bag in hand. The queue for the bathroom stretched down the corridor, the usual faces. He nodded to a few as he walked past and reached the end of the line. Hot cobbles burned the souls of his feet, singeing the flesh. Others swayed from side-to-side…
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THE WOLF’S LAIR
Kaufmann swept the final bundle of wood shavings into the wheelbarrow and stretched his aching back. ‘Hör nicht auf,’ the supervisor yelled at him. ‘Schnell, schnell.’ Exhausted, Kaufmann put the broom and spade into the barrow and took up the handles. He waddled as quickly as his skinny frame could manage, clearing the road just…
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THE AUCTION
‘Lot 191, ‘The Homecoming’ by H.L. Pritchard.’ ‘This sculpture in the classic Greek style, dating from 1918-19, in bronze. It depicts the artist being held in the arms of her fiancé, Private Graham Colquhoun.’ ‘Ms. Pritchard was inspired to create this work after watching soldiers returning from the First World War being greeted by wives, fiancées…
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THE END OF THE REBELLION
He lay still, daring not to breath for as long as he could, pain spilling from his cleaved wound. A ghostly still settled over the moor, the misty rain continued to fall. The quiet was broken by the moans of the injured. Each time a rebel was found, a gunshot echoed over the field. ‘No…
Iain Kelly 