Tag: Writing
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WINSTON IN PARADISE
Winston waved off the liner as the huge ship was towed away from the harbour. He saw the Havillands and the Haliburtons waving back as he pocketed their money in his shirt pocket. Didn’t he feel like a slave ferrying the rich tourists round the island in his car, taking them out fishing in his…
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THE ENTERTAINER
The press and public were behind the fence that circled the property, far enough away to prevent them seeing inside the old house. Horowitz looked out at the growing crowd. News had spread fast. He had got the call as he was about to end his shift. A dead body, suicide. He recognised the address. Now he looked at…
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JUDE
The last note faded on the strings. The gathered handful of listeners gave polite applause. One guy flipped a coin into my bag. People bustled past on their commutes. As I was about to begin my next song I saw her. She was exiting the train station in a hurry as usual. For the last three months I…
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AMATEUR DRAMATICS
Reverend Timpson looked down at the packed pews. His congregation had more than trebled in size since last week. Their fearful faces stared at him. It had all gone smoothly to start with. The annual church play had been a retelling of the Ten Commandments. In the final scene Rosie appeared as the burning bush,…
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FLOWERS OF UGANDA
‘Pull over here, Kisekka,’ Arnold instructed the driver of the jeep. ‘We are not there yet, Sir,’ Kisekka replied. ‘Kukomesha!’ Arnold utilised one of the few Swahili words he knew. Kisekka brought the jeep to a stop. ‘What’s in there?’ Arnold asked, pointing at the white structures that covered the fields. ‘They grow flowers, Arnold…
Iain Kelly 