Tag: Writing
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SUMMITS NOT RIGHT
‘Summits not right,’ he muttered in his mysterious way. I misunderstood his local dialect. ‘Something’s not right?’ ‘Yes,’ he pointed up to the top of the hill, where I could just make out the wall of a lookout tower. ‘There’s something wrong at the summit.’ ‘What’s wrong?’ I could see no sign of anything untoward.…
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MONTREAL – WHO KNEW?
Who would have thought it? Montreal was the answer to human salvation. Due to its specific geographic location, prevailing winds and ocean currents and distance from any of the active fault lines, Montreal was the one place where the air was still breathable, the climate was habitable and the landscape stable. Peering through the curtains…
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BYSTANDERS IN A BORDER TOWN
Mamá Renata lifted the washing basket and hobbled down the stairs. She looked out onto the cobbled street. Javi was there, running around with the other niños in the dusty sunshine. Señor Augusto swept his step. A Moorish Gecko skittered down a shaded wall and across the street. ‘Javi, diez minutos,’ Mamá Renata called. Her grandson waved. An…
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THE HAND OF GOD
Why am I getting so upset? I don’t care about a little Argentinian who was good at kicking a ball about some grass. Why should I care that the signed shirt has to go? But here I am, tearing up at a blank space on the wall. The paint on the wall has faded to…
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ONE WISH
The tree had become a massive shrine of wishes, colourful material decorated every branch, weighing them down and causing them to bow towards the ground. It had been a place of offered prayers and wishes before, but since the boys had become trapped in the cave, the wishing tree had become a focal point for…
Iain Kelly 