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No. 3046

  
The Second Option To Bullet Wounds. By CpSingleton © 2016
It’d been a funny old day.

Men had lain, groaning in make-shift hospital beds,

Bandages were wrapped and rewrapped and

Lunch was served on paper plates.
I’d played cards with my dead friend for a good hour.

He was losing. He’d moaned that it was something to do with his inability to pick them up. Said I had the advantage.

The whiner.
Soon after, the director said cut.

We were released!

The make up girl wanted to remove my blood and bullet holes, but

I was parked on the other side of Leeds and didn’t have long left on my ticket, so decided to have a giggle…
I stumbled through the busy city centre, bouncing from pillow to post, as if badly injured.

My breathing rasped in my throat as I rushed, so I added a cough to the drama.

I could feel the stare of student and shopper alike. 

A police car passed by without a thought to stop.

Apathy had its flag flying high.
Around a mile and a half passed by.

I was bruised and sore from all the bouncing that I’d added to the drama.

Only once did someone follow their heart:

‘Arrre yoo okaaay?’ A tiny Spanish voice asked.

Only once were compassionate hands lifted to my face.

I blessed her and continued on the final thirty yards.

Either Leeds is used to seeing dead men walking, I am a terrible actor or the people on the street that day were dead inside.

I hope it was the second option.

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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.

Discussion

8 thoughts on “No. 3046

  1. Pretty sure it was the first. Kidding.

    Posted by Tosha Michelle | March 16, 2016, 1:07 pm
  2. That was almost a compliment! Ya knob!

    Posted by cpsingleton42 | March 16, 2016, 1:14 pm
  3. Are you sure you didn’t somehow transport to New York? I mean, we’ve got Spanish people all over the place here. And lots of terrible actors. Dead men (people) walking if you count the methadone clinics right nearby. Dead inside? That’s a given with some of this bunch. Yeah, I think you were bouncing around here.

    Posted by Justice&Humanity | March 16, 2016, 2:14 pm
  4. I love this one, Cp. 😊

    Posted by robertlarrywhite1313 | March 16, 2016, 2:37 pm

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