Tag: Thursday Photo Prompt
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COMPOSITION
It should be something inspirational, something to make the piece soar, a fitting climax to the whole movement. He scratched his head, chewed the end of the pencil, let his fingers dance over a few keys until they ended in a terminal ‘thunk’. It was no good. He just couldn’t find the right expression of…
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THE SECRET
Father ranted on, waving the newspaper around in disbelief. ‘More rights?! Why should they get more rights? Who says they deserve ’em? I tell you, this country will fall to pieces soon enough if this happens.’ His violent bluster afforded me the opportunity to swiftly and discreetly scoop a lamb chop off my plate and…
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VEILED
The veil had been lifted. She had seen the demonstrations, the protests. They had spread from America, all the way across the ocean to her doorstep. At first she didn’t understand. This wasn’t a problem here. The police didn’t do things like that here. People were treated equally here. Her black friends never spoke about…
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THE GUARDIAN
The minister finished the eulogy. Quiet, soft piano music faded up and filled the hush. A low electronic hum started, the wheels of the conveyor gradually turning. He was supposed to have protected him. That was his job, to be the rock, the guardian against all that the world could throw at them. He had…
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THE PAINTED LADY
He was drunk. He had to admit it. Not slightly inebriated or a bit tipsy, but flat out drunk. There would be trouble when he got home. In his mind he rehearsed the route he would take from the front door to the bedroom – probably via the bathroom – and the movements he would…
Iain Kelly 