Tag: Writing
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LIFE SENTENCE
The prisoner hung the bird feeder back on it’s hook and looked to the sky. No sign of them yet, but he knew they would come. The birds were the only visitors he got now. Over the years his friends had stopped coming, either through choice or because they had passed away. He hadn’t seen…
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SHADOWS FROM THE PAST
Frankie stood waiting in the dark gloom. He pulled his jacket collar up as the cold air bit into his face. Looking across the black river there was a concert on at the new hall which was lit up in luminous red, pink and orange. The sweeping lights cast colourful shadows that reflected on the water and…
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POWER CUT
Nobody knows if the power will be restored. It went off with a small click and that was it. No countdown, no explosion, no event. We’d all been warned often enough that oil and gas were running out, that we weren’t investing enough in renewable energy. Now only essential services and the rich have power. There was…
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THE WORST NUCLEAR BUNKER IN THE WORLD
October 28th 1962, the town of Midwest, Wyoming, USA. ‘But why clothes pegs?’ ‘Very useful things, you never know when you might need one.’ Jack looked again at the selection of jars and packets on the shelves. ‘It doesn’t seem like much. Wouldn’t we need to stay underground for months or years?’ Victor sighed. ‘It’s…
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CLASS REUNION
It had seemed like a good idea when James phoned and suggested getting the old gang together and spending a weekend at Crickley Hall, his estate in the countryside. Now we all sat in the cold next to David, crouched down in the heather, as he waited to get the perfect photograph of a wild grouse. We’d…
Iain Kelly 