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No. 1026.2

He groaned again. 

His head felt like it was loosely connected and may just fall off his neck and his stomach was on the verge of rebelling with every torrid step he took towards the bedroom.

By the time his claw-like hand reached for the handle of his closed bedroom door he was ready to pass out.

He could only imagine what state he would find his quiet space, if the rest of his flat was anything to go by.

The flight response of turning around and hiding in the bathroom until the nausea passed crossed his shattered mind, if he only had the strength to hobble back.

He took a ragged semi-deep breath and opened the door slowly.

The relief was like a ten pound lottery win to an hungry man!

The room was pristine and smelled nothing at all like the rest of the flat. It was fresh and welcoming.

Whoever had trashed the house had remarkably and thankfully left his room be.

He could’ve cried if he had had any reserve water in his body.

Instead, he sighed and dragged himself in, shutting the door to the hell elsewhere.

He then remembered his task and checked the alarm clock: 11:37.

More blessed relief flooded his system.

He had five hours before he even needed to be thinking about getting ready.

He ever so slowly collapsed on to the comfortable bed, like a sand statue giving way to the elements, sighed so deeply that he nearly retched and drifted off to sleep.

He dreamt of oysters and Feta cheese, giant flowers and men in bow ties wagging tickling sticks.

He then awoke calmly and looked at the clock: 18:01.

‘That’s fine,’ he said out loud. ‘I’ve still got an hour.’

Logic then cleared its throat patiently in his ear.

Panic followed shortly afterwards.

About Chris42

I am a liar! A maker-uper of stories! If this was the 16 (c) I'd be burned as a witch. Fank goodness it is not, eh?! I have four children: two wonderful girls, a fantastic lad and Leeds United. I have no strict genre. I write children's poetry and stories, to edgy, stronger themes. Up until now I have stored them for my own and my family's viewing. Last year i thought bugger it and starred in several short films. One, Playground, which is on the BBC Film Network, used the monologue that I wrote for the audition. You should've seen the face of the receptionist, of the Manchester hotel, where the audition was being held, as I turned up dressed as the psychopath, Gordon. It got the desired effect! I then moved up to Cumbria and wrote and appeared in several live performances on stage. 2012. A local artist, Kayleigh Richardson, commissioned me to write a poem for her to paint a representation. I sent her, The Rise of the Robot Monkey Army. Kayleigh painted a fantastic piece that blew my mind! From that we are collaborating on the Jacob Bear series of stories. Oh and Two's Company is to published, along with seventeen other Sci Fi short stories as part of a collection. Not a bad start to the, so called, last year of the Earth. Now is the time to show the rest of you. I take my themes wherever i see them, whether in reality or dream-world. I hope you enjoy. If not tell me why. If so tell me why. Many thanks and be safe. So far I have published: Jacob Bear's first Christmas,https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007GK872A (UK) http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007GK872A (USA) Jacob Bear Goes to School https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007JD3OKY (UK) http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007JD3OKY (USA Jacob's First Words https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007VZWPSC (UK) & http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007VZWPSC (USA) Space Here https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007H96M90 (UK) &http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007H96M90#reader_B007H96M90 The Rise of the Sponge Cake Moon https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007WWZ16M (UK) & http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007WWZ16M (USA) © Madstoffa, 2012. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited.


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