Tag: Writing
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AUTUMN LEAVES
Archie looked at the overhanging branches from the neighbours overgrown sycamore tree. Every Autumn the leaves fell into his garden, burying the flowerbeds and lawn. Every Autumn he had to clear them. It had taken him all morning to sweep the leaves up. Now they sat in one big pile in the middle of the…
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INFORMANT
Chavy watched the dusty streets of Phnom Penh gradually fade away behind him. The brown water of the Mekong river disappeared to the east while the bus headed north. The roads changed from tarmac to dust. The buildings from stone to wood. The beggars remained regardless. The bus stopped. ‘Checkpoint,’ the young white man next…
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GRANDPA’S LUCKY SHOES
The black leather gleamed. It had taken a lot of scrubbing and polishing to restore them to this state. The nest of spiders in the toe of the right shoe was a nasty surprise. They slipped onto the withered feet with ease. ‘Why the old shoes?’ the undertaker’s assistant asked. ‘Family request. Apparently they were…
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TERRORIST
Blackness enveloped the city. The power curfew began at midnight. The grid was shutdown. Homes were silent. Streetlights dark. A flicker of rare candlelight betrayed the restaurant or club that refused to close. An occasional set of car headlights crept passed, driven by those lucky enough to still have access to the electricity needed to…
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#BREAD
‘OMGosh, Dad!’ Frank froze, knife with butter held over his bread. ‘What?’ ‘Your bread.’ Sophie pointed. He looked at the bread. ‘I know, it’s got a hole in it. It’s not the end of the world.’ He motioned the knife towards the bread. ‘Wait!’ shouted Sophie, hustling Frank out the way and snapping a picture…
Iain Kelly 