Tag: Writing
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A SUMMER IN CRETE
After they had not made love they did not go to sleep. Nor did they talk. They lay side-by-side on the bed in silence. It was not an awkward silence. It was the silence that exists between two people who have become comfortable and unhappy with one another. The sounds of the Cretan night drifted…
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EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE ALRIGHT
Archie wandered round Dr. Sun Yat Sen’s Classical Chinese Garden. He caught up with Agnes by the lake. ‘Isn’t it wonderful?’ she said. Archie grunted. ‘Shouldn’t we be getting back to the hotel?’ he asked. ‘We’ve plenty of time.’ she replied. ‘It doesn’t seem very Canadian to me.’ ‘It’s ancient Chinese culture.’ ‘It was built…
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GLASGOW
I sit and watch the murky waters of the River Clyde slide by, polluted and dark. The wind whistles down the river under the Kingston Bridge, the traffic overhead relentlessly gridlocked. A runner passes by along the new walkway, struggling against the strong breeze. Across the water another monstrosity of 1960’s architecture is being torn down.…
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CRYONICS
The Director of the Institute walked Peter along an endless sterile corridor. ‘So, Mr. Franks, when you choose your time to arrive here, you’ll get a secure shuttered unit assigned to you.’ The Director informed him. ‘So behind each of these shutters…?’ Peter tailed off. The Director smiled. ‘Yes, behind each of these doors there…
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DAFFODILS IN AUTUMN
Detective Anders Strand stood on the edge of the lake in Frogner Park. There was a chill in the air, but for a November morning it was mild weather for Oslo. He remembered the old days when this time of year saw the start of winter and below freezing temperatures. Now he looked at the daffodils…
Iain Kelly 