Tag: Writing
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HIGH SOCIETY
I cornered Sheila next to her cheap display cabinet in the living room, noticing that she hadn’t bothered to hide her tacky glass ornaments despite hosting the annual neighbourhood fireworks party. ‘Exactly when did it change from being a fancy dress party?’ I asked her, raising an eyebrow to indicate the ridiculous small witches’ hat…
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THE FISHERMAN
He took the wriggling bait and skewered it onto the hook. With a practiced sweep of the arm and flick of the wrist, he threw his line out into the river and then took up his usual seat perched on the end of the pier. When he had first started fishing from this pier there…
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LEST WE FORGET
Through the sea haze she saw the final stream of small boats appear. From this distance she could make out the decks crammed with soldiers. For nine days the small boats had shuttled across the channel to Dunkirk. Over three hundred thousand men had been saved and returned to Dover. As the boats drew closer, the…
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MONDAY IN THE OFFICE
‘Another Monday,’ thought Alison as she gulped down the last of her daily caffeine hit. She looked round the office. Phil was beavering away as always, plugged into his computer, oblivious to the world. Janice and Pat were gossiping by the kettle, casting looks at Colette, who was sitting touching up her make-up for the…
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EMIGRANTS
‘Good lord,’ Archie exclaimed. ‘Have you seen what they’ve done to that turret roof?’ Agnes sighed, not looking up from her newspaper. ‘Yes, dear. I saw it when the scaffolding came down last night.’ ‘It’s one thing to stick ghastly turret extensions on their house, quite another to have one in gaudy bright colours.’ Archie…
Iain Kelly 