Tag: Writing
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TO THE BEACH
The arrow pointed down the narrow alley, under the words To The Beach. Encumbered by bag and flip-flops, she pushed past holiday-makers and locals. The crowd thinned until she found she was on her own. She heard the silence. Another sign said To The Beach. She shrugged and pressed on. And on. Eventually the alley…
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STOP THE BOATS
The Home Secretary sat down to her meal in the grand hotel ballroom. The day had gone well. ‘STOP THE BOATS’: the perfect slogan to win back their core voters. Some of those irritating lawyers and activists and soft left-y socialists had bleated on about the European Convention of Human Rights, and breaking international law,…
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SPIN CYCLE
She tapped her fingers on the worktop. If she could just figure out this ending. She picked up the cup. Empty. Time for a refill. The background noise abated as the spin cycle ended. The words were all there, it just wasn’t singing to her. This was the one, the one that would win her…
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TAKE ME OUT TO THE BALL GAME
First game back. I stick to the same routine. A drink in Craft & Draft beforehand. All the old guys are there, arguing about the roster for the season ahead. They don’t fancy our chances. Walk the same route and in Gate 42, our superstition even though it never guaranteed a win. Take our usual…
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THE PHILOSOPHICAL DIVIDE
One side of the building faced out onto the street. From the window, she watched the world pass her by. Her view was constantly changing – different people, cars, buildings, all came and went over the decades. It was enough for her to watch and admire. She sat, content. The other side of the building…
Iain Kelly 