Tag: Writing
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THREE LITTLE FINGERS
The circular saw wound down to a standstill. He piled up the last of the cut logs. Bill waved at him as he headed out the door, gesturing that he would see him for a drink at the bar. There were only four of them that went along for the end-of-the-week drink now, hardly the famed…
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A FLY IN THE KEYBOARD
He pondered the email on his screen. His initial outrage had prompted him to write a thunderous reply, filled with ill-tempered language and dismissive ire. How dare they criticise his work? Who did they think they were? ‘Just ignore it,’ his agent always told him. ‘You don’t need to prove anything. Your a bestseller. Who…
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Z IS FOR ZEBRA
The sun shone on Oslo, the signs of Spring finally showing. There was warmth in the sun and families sat on picnic rugs and played games on the grass. Sand and Gabi walked along the path. Gabi’s arm was still in a sling. The bruises and swelling on Sand’s face had receded. He moved stiffly…
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Y IS FOR YACHT
Sand sprinted as fast as his aching body would carry him along the dock. In the storm he kept losing sight of Moen until the dark was illuminated by a fresh lightning strike and he saw the toiling figure ahead. They ran clear of the hulking whaling ships, now it was private yachts and sailboats…
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X IS FOR X-RAY
The doctor held up the x-ray to the light box for Camilla and Sand to see. He pointed with his pencil as he spoke. ‘You see these areas of darkness here and here.’ Camilla nodded. Sand felt her hand reach over and tightly grab his knee. ‘I’m afraid that means the cancer has spread into…
Iain Kelly 