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No. 1106

Present and Past. By CpSingleton © 2015
Sprawled across the tarred batter of mud and rain, the heavy droplets causing vision to blur in and out of focus like the lens of an old analogue camera, he thought about his time.

He didn’t give much contemplation to the spear-sharp rocks prodding his spine and neck, they were, in a way, keeping his blood flowing.

He attempted to trawl back and recall his first memory…

He passed faded images of short-trousers and pissing in a potty. He flitted around memories of his own giddy wonder in the little, rusted play-park just around the corner from the back-to-back they used to live in.

He continued on past the Clock School and the yeasty, nose-curling odour of the local brewery and flew all the way back to a memory that by common standards he just shouldn’t have:

He could smell the lung-tickling, heavy odour of damp. It seemed to hanging all around the dark, square room like a chemical cloud. He reached out his little fingers and felt the cool plywood of a cheap drawer against his chubby knuckles. It looked like it had once been lined with a pink, woollen blanket that had slipped down into the damp depths.

He kicked out spasmodically, and without intention, disturbing the cotton blanket that covered his fat legs: that was also pink.

‘He’s awake,’ he heard an excited female whisper. ‘D’you want to say hello, John?’

He looked up to see two faces from the past that he recognised. Both were very young. One was his mother and the other was his brother.

”Kay,’ his older brother sulkily replied.

Their blue eyes met.

For a moment he began to think that the stories had been untrue. That they had merely been cruel tales told by fork tongues.

His brother looked from him to his mother and then back again, as if expecting him to burst into song.

‘Send him back!’ The jealous sibling screeched. ‘I hate him!’

Inside the drawer the baby him sighed and closed his eyes on the memory.

It had all been true after all.
He returned to the deluge of his present, heard the director cry, ‘ACTION!’, took a deep, soggy breath and delivered the rest of his lines.

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.


3 thoughts on “No. 1106

  1. Reblogged this on The Midnight Writer and commented:
    Really enjoyed this great short story!

    Posted by themidnightwritereditorial | July 7, 2015, 5:42 pm

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