Tag: #writephoto
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QUICKSILVER
Shimmering silver on the sand, the last chance to grasp it. Too late, it recedes and is gone, disappearing into the distance. Once it had been gold. Then, oil. Now it was water. The most valuable commodity in the world. Now he was left with just the sand. Worthless sand that covered the earth in…
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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…
Iain Kelly 