Tag: What Pegman Saw

• TOKYO STORY

  Shūkichi and Tomi waved to their son and daughter as they got into the taxi ‘A pleasant visit,’ Tomi said to her husband when they were on the train back to Onomichi in the countryside. ‘They are both doing well in their careers.’ ‘Hai,’ Shūkichi nodded. ‘And such a lovely apartment they live in. So high up.’…

  Iain Kelly

  18/02/2017

  creative writing, Flash Fiction, Short Story, What Pegman Saw

  cinema, creative writing, family, family honour, Fiction, film, Flash Fiction, homage, honor, japan, japanese cinema, literature, movie, offspring, ozu, parents, saving face, Short Story, story, tokyo, tokyo story, What Pegman Saw, Writing, Yasujirō Ozu

• THE NINE

  Rosa Maria watched Alejandro throw open the shutters. On the corner of Calle 9 and Avenue 5, they were open for business. Alejandro looked at his madre. This time he would make her proud. Her husband murdered, they had fled from Tijuana. Rosa Maria had scraped together what she could until she had enough to open the small restaurant. ‘La…

  Iain Kelly

  11/02/2017

  creative writing, Flash Fiction, Short Story, What Pegman Saw

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• PERPETUAL DAYLIGHT

  The sun touched the horizon at midnight. As low as it would go for another month. Aboard the Royal Navy brig Fancy, Percy lay awake in his hammock. Even below deck sunlight seeped in. Thomas snored next to him. Percy turned away from him. Another night without sleep. He was exhausted. They had been at anchor blockading…

  Iain Kelly

  04/02/2017

  creative writing, Flash Fiction, Short Story, What Pegman Saw

  anchor, blockade, brig, Fiction, fjord, Flash Fiction, hammerfest, historical fiction, illness, insomnia, madness, napoleonic wars, norway, perpetual daylight, royal navy, ship, Short Story, sleep deprivation, snoring, story, sunlight, What Pegman Saw

• URBAN STREET

  I walked down Urban Street where the kid had taken the bullet last night. The Community Center sat on the corner. It looked like a vacant lot. All the windows were boarded up. I heard singing. A mournful gospel voice. I pulled open the door and edged in. The choir broke into a powerful cry.…

  Iain Kelly

  28/01/2017

  creative writing, Flash Fiction, Short Story, What Pegman Saw

  America, buffalo, community center, creative writing, Death, drugs, family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, gun law, gun violence, homicide, literature, murder, police, poverty, Short Story, social injustice, society, story, urban decay, urban street, violence, What Pegman Saw, Writing

• BEST LAID PLANS

  Yvegeny Shiskin sat in the imposing corridor. He dabbed his forehead to remove sweat and adjusted his spectacles. The chief had been with the President for an hour. Yvegeny wondered how his report was being received. He nervously fingered his copy of it. His entire life’s work. Now the time had come. The years of…

  Iain Kelly

  21/01/2017

  creative writing, Flash Fiction, Short Story, What Pegman Saw

  Agents, America, cold war, creative writing, donald trump, espionage, Fiction, Flash Fiction, KGB, literature, Moscow, Putin, Red Square, Russia, Short Story, spy, spycraft, story, What Pegman Saw, Writing