Tag: #writephoto
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A GLIMMER IN THE DARKNESS
I like to sit up here and watch the dawn. That first flicker, the unsteady fragile glint of sunlight peaking over the horizon. It means that a hundred and fifty million kilometres away, the searing ball of gas is still glowing, emanating warmth and light towards us. One day someone may sit in my place…
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THE HOUND ON THE MOOR
‘What do you think, a cow?’ Arthur poked the skull with his stick. ‘Possibly, or a large hound.’ ‘Strange, sitting here in the middle of an empty moor. A deer I could understand. I wonder how it got here.’ James puffed on his pipe. ‘Well, let’s have a closer look. The evidence is all there,…
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FARAWAY, SO CLOSE
Now so calm, so peaceful. Even beautiful. Pink sky and blue clouds reflected in the deep blue water. But she could no longer see beauty in the world. Not here, looking out where the Makassar Strait met the Celebes Sea. The violence of the tsunami was gone now. The serene water held the dead below.…
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THE FALL
The car swept him through the city. As he looked out he saw the city he had built. The banks, the hotels, the casinos – he owned a piece of all of them. An empire that seemed impregnable. An empire that could no longer protect him. He thought back. That weekend in the country. Meeting…
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PILLAR OF THE COMMUNITY
The woman was dead. The cover-up exposed. Samson strode along the corridor of pillars flanked by his team. This was their moment of triumph, yet there was no celebration in what had happened. Their footsteps reverberated on the stone floor, echoing ominously. They crossed the courtyard and stopped at the heavy arch door. Samson knocked.…
Iain Kelly 