Iain Kelly's Blog, page 50

THE FIRST SNOWFALL

Her skin is pale, her rumpled cotton vest and panties whiter than the cream sheets she lies on. She murmurs something in her sleep and rolls over, an exquisite bare thigh arching on top of the covers. Her hair is dark black in contrast, a short bob framing her resting face. The cold winter air … Continue reading THE FIRST SNOWFALL

IF YOU GO DOWN TO THE WOODS TODAY

He straightened from examining his ancient car engine as she approached. ‘Evening, ma’am. Can I help you?’ ‘I’m a little lost. Is the road to Ashville around here?’ ‘Sure is, you’re standing on it. You just follow it straight on ahead.’ Hilda looked perplexedly at the thick, untrammelled forest. ‘When you get to town tell … Continue reading IF YOU GO DOWN TO THE WOODS TODAY

Author Interview: Iain Kelly

Originally posted on Word Shamble:
Since starting this blog I’ve been fortunate to meet some truly talented, accomplished writers. Someone who definitely falls into that category and whose blog I was lucky to find early on was fellow Friday Fictioneer, Iain Kelly. I’ve always enjoyed reading Iain’s short fiction, so when he announced on his…

CRITICAL INTERPRETATION

Felicity tried to interrupt the critic, but he had built up such a head of steam he wouldn’t be stopped. ‘The sunflower, you see, is a comment on Van Gogh’s work and the astronomical price OF art at modern auctions. It is saying to you, the viewer, is art really worth that much when a … Continue reading CRITICAL INTERPRETATION

IMAGINE

‘Imagine all the people, sharing all the world,’ sang John Lennon. And they shot him. ‘I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character,’ ministered the Reverend Martin Luther … Continue reading IMAGINE

ACCIDENTAL DAMAGE

‘Don’t mind that,’ she said, guiding him through the hallway and round the shattered remains of a mirror. ‘Just through there,’ she pointed him through a glass door whose splintered panes were held together by sticking tape. ‘Take a seat,’ she smiled at him. He looked at the living room strewn with broken chairs, a … Continue reading ACCIDENTAL DAMAGE

CANADIAN ROCKIES RETIREMENT HOME

‘You don’t think the mountain range is enough to keep them out?’ ‘Nope,’ Frank spat as he knocked in the last fence post. ‘But if they manage to get over that,’ Giles pointed to the tall peaks in the distance, ‘then this fence isn’t going to stop them.’ Frank threw down the hammer and looked … Continue reading CANADIAN ROCKIES RETIREMENT HOME

HOME ALONE 13: HOLIDAY IN THE HACIENDA

Being abandoned by his family every Christmas as a child had set off the downward spiral. Thirty years later, he had finally hit rock bottom. Cassandra lay naked on the bed, her skin blotchy and bruised, the needle still hanging out her arm. He shelled out the notes from his wallet and left them on … Continue reading HOME ALONE 13: HOLIDAY IN THE HACIENDA

A CHRISTMAS STORY

‘The setting for our Christmas story today is a mountainous region far away, a land of hills and fields. There lived three men there…’ A small hand shot up, ‘Was one of them Santa?’ ‘No, one of them was not Santa. As I was saying, there lived three men there who tended to their flock … Continue reading A CHRISTMAS STORY

THAT ONE SPECIAL DAY

It started one year, with one child. ‘What do those children get?’ she asked, and her mother told her, ‘Not much.’ The child had some shoes she’d outgrown. She placed them at the gate of the orphanage on Christmas Eve. The next year more shoes were left. Another year on and bags of clothing appeared. … Continue reading THAT ONE SPECIAL DAY