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Who Are the dopplegangers

Who Are The Doppelgängers? By CpSingleton © 2015 (part 2)

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They continued in a drained, yet comfortable silence for another mile, until a thought shoulder barged Jess’ numb mind.

‘Are we still dropping in to see my mam before we go to Eleanor’s birthday?’

‘Yeah, sure,’ Karl replied, offering the stock answer to a question he hadn’t really heard.

He was too busy thinking about the afternoon’s United game. It was a cup-tie against Chelsea and he’d missed out on a ticket.

The compulsion to gripe was there, just at the back of his tongue, flapping like a trapped starling to escape. To be fair, he would be grumbling to the wrong person. Jess was as big of a United fan as he and had battled like the Border Reiver ancestor she was most unashamedly proud of to barter a ticket from somewhere. Sadly, there wasn’t a single golden ticket to be found.

‘Slow down, hun,’ Jess urged him, her voice cutting into his frustrations.

‘Eh?’

‘You’re all over the place, sweetie,’ she told him, as she stroked his leg.

‘Sorry. I didn’t realise,’ he replied and let off the accelerator pedal a touch.

‘We’ll catch the game on the telly, you know,’ she told him quietly, not really wanting to say the words herself.

‘I know.’

For the rest of the journey from country roads to the little, old market town that dates back to a Roman fort that they called Voreda, Jess and Karl sat in relative silence. Only the purr of Vossy and the thoughts of the match that they would have to watch later on that day filled their inner and outer ears. They turned off the main road and joined the snake of traffic aiming to fill their carrier bags.

‘For crying out loud, this is ladgeful,’ Karl grumbled at the packed supermarket carpark that was spread out in front of them.

Traffic tottered to a crawl as vehicles ahead dithered over the few spaces available. 

‘We should try Kendal next week,’ Jess suggested, feeling a sense of Deja vu clamp her lips too late.

‘Every week we say that and every bloody week we sit here watching idiots who should never’ve passed their tests take five goes to park their damn cars.’

‘Chill, hun. We’re not gonna get there any quicker by you losing your rag.’

‘You know I hate it when you say that,’ Karl mumbled.

‘Quick! A spot!’ Jess exclaimed, pointing ahead, thanking her stars for the sight. Because, without it, she knew that there would have been a right royal row ready to boil over.

Karl threw Vossy into the space with a grin on his tired face before anyone could nab it.

‘Well spotted, that girl,’ he said, grabbing her and kissing her forehead.

All was well again, she thought, relieved.

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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.

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11 thoughts on “Who Are The Doppelgängers? By CpSingleton © 2015 (part 2)

  1. Learning some interesting colloquialisms. Your kind is weird. Interested to read more though. My kind is weirder.

    Posted by Tosha Michelle | May 16, 2016, 5:55 pm
  2. and thank you for the shout out; tea and scones would be lovely; my treat.

    Posted by Trenton Babbage Enterprises | May 17, 2016, 7:39 am

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