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No. 3113

Insy. By CpSingleton © 2016

His grandmother had called him Insalubrious from a very early age.

He recalled the way she spat the word at him from her chair in the corner of her tiny room.

Later she shorted it to Insy.

He kept the name and allowed school acquaintances to use it.

It suited him far better than his real name. Nobody, as far as he was concerned, should be named Wally.

As time dragged him kicking and screaming towards his teens he watched her crumble before his reticent eyes. 

She called him Insalubrious one last time before breathing her last.

While waiting for the ambulance to arrive he reached for her battered, well-thumbed dictionary and flicked the pages until he reached her moniker for him.

He had to admit that she wasn’t far wrong. If the rumours were correct and he was the one responsible for the untimely passing of his parents and now is grandmother, the name was dead on.

He closed the book, deep in thought and began tapping it against his hairless chin.

He could keep the name; allow it to cloak his future, much as it had sullied his past. It wouldn’t be too much hardship. Or, and this was fresh ground for the young man, he could pick a new name and see what the reborn him could achieve.

It could be fun, he thought. I won’t be living around here. No one will know me.

He lowered the book, put his thumb at the back and allowed the sheets of paper to flick by, the mustiness of the old paper wafting to his nostrils…before…stopping on…Hoyden. He read the description and winced, before trying again. 

I want change, but not that much of a change, he thought sardonically.

He stopped the pages once again…and read the first word he came to…Tyro.

He had to admit that it was almost perfect.

To seal the deal he crossed the room and performed an act on his grandmother he had never considered doing in all the time they had spent in each other’s company. 

He looked down upon her frail, greying features, mused at how peaceful she looked and then kissed her gently on her forehead.


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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