Tag: Writing
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NOT WHAT I ASKED FOR
Archie stared at the gift, torn wrapping paper all round. It looked like several bicycles had crashed into each other, a mangled frame with wheels of various sizes attached to it. ‘Wow, that’s… interesting.’ ‘Do you like it?’ Agnes smiled at him. ‘What is it?’ Agnes frowned. ‘A puncture repair station. You’re too old to…
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CHRISTMAS WITHOUT HER
The overnight snowfall showed no sign of melting. He gave up any thought of his daily walk to the local shop, then remembered it would be closed anyway. A white Christmas would have made her happy. He sat back in his armchair. On the radio they were playing the classic Christmas songs. The lights on…
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THE THAW
After the suicide season over Christmas, when the lack of daylight drove depression rates soaring, the thawing of the winter snow was always the next busiest time of year. Anders Sand had already cleared two cases in the past week, bodies unearthed from the retreating white blanket: one a climber who had been missing for…
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ELLIE
Ellie struggled along the icy path to the children’s hospital, two full bags in either hand. ‘Morning, Ellie. What are you donating today? More hats?’ Ellie nodded. Bill took the bags from her. ‘Thank you, Ellie. You have a nice Christmas.’ Ellie left silently. Bill handed the bags to Beth. ‘Put these with the rest.’…
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THE OLD DINOSAUR
Herbert smoothed his tie, straightening the silver clip. He cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses. His audience were several generations younger than he was, dressed in the fashion of the day – casual, loose, untidy. They viewed the old guest lecturer with boredom. They stared at him from behind laptops and tablets, their faces lit…
Iain Kelly 