Tag: Writing
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LADY MADONNA
I sat under the umbrella of the cafe, shaded from the strong Roman sun. Sipping from the cool ice drink I watched the people go by. Excited, loud groups of school children ran across the ancient cobbles mixing with bus tours of the ponderous elderly. Teenagers by the fountains took selfies with their phones. Couples sat…
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HOW TO TOW A CARAVAN
The first alarm began at five, just as dusk was beginning. Soon every car on the street joined in the deafening noise. Front doors and windows opened as residents looked out. Car owners appeared with key fobs to silence the alarms. Soon they were standing in groups and pairs gesticulating and pointing. Every car had lost…
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CAN I HAVE MY BALL BACK?
The chairs and table sat in the centre of the garden, with uplighters in either corner. Around the four flawlessly straight sides a selection of rare flowers and plants, all in symmetry. The gardener snipped the last piece of grass with his lawn clippers. A smile spread across his face. He had taken the patch of…
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ASSASSIN
Donovan got back to his car. He turned on the small red ‘phone. He watched the traffic. Nothing suspicious. The screen blinked. He clicked through the menus to the ‘Music’ folder. Strange. Usually there was just a recorded message from The Office with details of the target. Instead there were music tracks. He scrolled through…
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A STRANGER FROM THE CITY
Thierry flicked over the page of Le Monde and glanced at the headlines. A fly lazily buzzed around the room, the only sound and movement. Another slow day at Hotel Napoleon. Madame Dunois was the sole guest. She would be asleep until the evening meal. The door opened. Thierry looked across the reception. A man in…
Iain Kelly 