Tagged Fiction

‘To Whom It May Concern’

If you are reading this letter it means that you have found my box of keys. It’s a long story and I haven’t got much time, they have said tonight will be the night they come for me. I don’t know what to do. The only thing I could think was write a short letter to warn the next unfortunate soul who finds my collection of old keys. Iron and brass, all shapes and sizes they are quite beautiful. Well that’s what I once thought. I found a key today on my way home, it isn’t the first time this…

Pierrot

The walk across the moor had always been a favourite thing to do with our family. As a girl, I was taken on long rambles on summer evenings over the crags and windswept heather clad moorland. I suppose it was natural that I would take my own children there. We always ended in the same place ‘The First House’. It was derelict, a mile or so along a track towards the summit of the moor. No one knew where its name originated from I suppose it was the first house as you crossed the moor from Ilkley towards the next…

Eduardo’s Story

‘Wonderful view eh,’ said the old man who had appeared behind me. He must have walked up quietly as I stood enchanted by the view of the old port far below the citadel walls. This window in the ancient castle ramparts was clearly a popular place for tourists taking photos. “It is yes, quite breath-taking,” here we go no doubt, he’ll want money. To guide me round, be my friend and I only want to take a photo. “Are you English or German?” he asked. This always the happens when I am abroad, being mistaken for a German. It’s not surprising I…