Tag: Writing
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WRECKAGE
The forensic investigators had gone. The security forces had abandoned the scene. Demolition signs and safety warnings adorned the perimeter fence that surrounded what was left of the museum. I stumbled through broken piles of furniture, shattered glass and mangled steel. Rubble and dust covered everything. They told me she may never be found. If…
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DEFIANCE
They sat by the sea watching children play on the beach. ‘Alright?’ he put his arm around her shoulder. The tears slowly running down her face gave him his answer. It had taken her twenty years to return. Years of pain and guilt. She had been their teacher. They had trusted in her. She was…
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OLD FRIEND
The grey clouds hung low over the surrounding rooftops. Phillips stood next to the gate. His breath formed small puffs of mist. He pressed his hands deeper into his pockets. ‘They sent you.’ Phillips recognised the voice from the other side of the gate. He had last heard it in the bar in Whitehall all…
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ED’S DINER
Two eggs sunnyside up, greasy fries and plenty of ketchup. I’d cut out the red meat, doctor’s orders. Thirty years I’ve been coming to Ed’s Diner for lunch. The decor has stayed the same. Green leather seats, dirty orange ceiling, chipped fake marble counter. Ed has aged along with the building, looking out through the hatch…
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HUNTING SEASON
White gives way to green. Cold to warmth. Life returns. I feel invigorated. Hibernation is over. Fresh blood runs through veins. Months since anyone came through. It’s been lonely recently. I’m eager to entertain. Soon the tourists will return. The young and adventurous. The healthy and vital. The thrillseekers. I’m happy to oblige. The highway…
Iain Kelly 