Tag: Writing
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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…
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KARMA
Locked in the attic again, Anna incanted the spell from the book once more. Nothing happened. She threw the heavy tome out the window in frustration. Her stepfather was in the garden. The police ruled accidental death. They never found the object that had caused the blow to his head. Written for the Scottish Book…
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TUCUMCARI
‘A road that goes all the way to Chicago.’ Danny said. ‘Think we’ll ever get that far?’ ‘I doubt it,’ answered Bill, ‘unless we steal a car.’ ‘We’d run out of gas before getting out of New Mexico.’ ‘Guess we’re stuck here then,’ Bill laughed. They sat under the town’s water tower, drinking beer. An occasional…
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DO PUMPKINS SINK OR FLOAT?
Bill and Trevor stared at the unwanted trailer and the selection of large orange oblate spheroids within it. ‘Who attaches a trailer to the back of a pickup anyway? How was I to know?’ Trevor moaned. ‘This time of year, apparently, it’s the local pumpkin farmer.’ Bill paused. ‘Hide the pickup in the back. We’ll…
Iain Kelly 