Tag: Writing
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COMPOSITION
It should be something inspirational, something to make the piece soar, a fitting climax to the whole movement. He scratched his head, chewed the end of the pencil, let his fingers dance over a few keys until they ended in a terminal ‘thunk’. It was no good. He just couldn’t find the right expression of…
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GETTING BACK TO NORMAL
Archie stretched up and swung the hammer, managing to nudge the satellite dish. ‘How about now?’ he shouted through the window. Agnes checked the television. ‘Still nothing.’ Archie sighed. He was not going to miss the first live football match in four months because the satellite signal was on the blink. He made another lunge…
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THE SECRET
Father ranted on, waving the newspaper around in disbelief. ‘More rights?! Why should they get more rights? Who says they deserve ’em? I tell you, this country will fall to pieces soon enough if this happens.’ His violent bluster afforded me the opportunity to swiftly and discreetly scoop a lamb chop off my plate and…
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THE BALLOON
Here he comes, full of bluster, just like his president. He wasn’t ruining the holiday exactly, but every time that bellowing voice approached the pool area, the patrons visibly slumped. ‘Mornin’ y’all!’ He hefted his great bulk onto a lounger. ‘S’cuse me, boy! A little refreshment over here!’ The pool boy reluctantly answered the beckoning…
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VEILED
The veil had been lifted. She had seen the demonstrations, the protests. They had spread from America, all the way across the ocean to her doorstep. At first she didn’t understand. This wasn’t a problem here. The police didn’t do things like that here. People were treated equally here. Her black friends never spoke about…
Iain Kelly 