Category Archives: Short Fiction

Ghostly Keys – Short Fiction – January 21, 2016

In the silence rusty locks creak as ghostly keys open the cells. Through the dust mote dance in the light a daily life continues.  The shuffling of the slippered women in drab drill smocks shuffle down the corridor out into a hall. … Continue reading

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Snow Dreams – Short Fiction – January 18, 2016

There’s something mystical in the first snow fall of the year. A special quality of silence, Janice thought,  one could almost hear the snowflakes fall. She’d arrived early and was waiting for the night shift to get off.  Listening to classical music, she began to day-dream. She … Continue reading

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“…to cease these tears” – Short Fiction – January 12, 2016

“Wait wait, where would you go?” “Anywhere would do, just to cease these tears.” “Would you accept anything my friend?” The feeling of frustration grew, because he knew, he couldn’t accept just anything.  To cease the tears of daughter’s hunger … Continue reading

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The Farm – Short Fiction – January 12, 2016

The crows cawed somewhere overhead.  The two tourists looked at each other, neither feeling quite at ease.  They’d come upon an old farm abandoned for many years. Rīs Grainger’s wife had had a thing with a passing tinker, he’d caught them abed, beat the tinker to a … Continue reading

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Clang, Clang, Clang – Sunday Photo Fiction – January 3, 2015

The old video came over the computer with the verve and happiness of another age.  Mildred, now in her eighties smiled and began to sing along with the old tune.  Her grand-kids watched her and the inverted crystal cone near … Continue reading

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The Benches – June 3, 2015

Walking down the pier that bright summer morning, I saw not a soul – nor a bird just rows and rows of benches.  That cool bright dawn … looking out to sea I felt an invitation – come and sail with me and in the … Continue reading

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