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Diary of a short-armed man.

The Diary of the Short-Armed Man. (Day 18) by CpSingleton © 2016

January 18th
My dearest Mol,
I bet the angels feel inadequate compared to you.

Could you please come down and tell your daughter to calm down.

She came earlier than she said she would be visiting today and gave me that look and a lecture because I was still in my pyjamas!

There is no need for all her carer talk. I am quite capable of looking after myself. Besides, it’s Sunday: the day of rest, for goodness sakes.

I let her prattle on for a while and then told her to go. As politely as I could, I promise. Even though I was raging inside. Why can’t she understand that as soon as I work out what life is without you that I will be back to my old self in no time?

You’d think she was my mother and not my daughter.

After she stormed off I remembered how precocious she was as a child. She was always mothering young Kevin, wasn’t she, love?

And tantrum? My goodness she was a terrible two. You were the one who told me to just ignore her and she would grow out of it. Now I’m having to do it all over again. Only without you here.

Do I sound like a broken record. I’m sure that I do, but you are my first thought and my last goodnight and I don’t ever want that to change.

I’m going to try my best to go out tomorrow.
Night and love you very much, my beautiful Mol,


Your Bill forever.


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.


2 thoughts on “The Diary of the Short-Armed Man. (Day 18) by CpSingleton © 2016

  1. That was beautiful and heartbreaking at the same time. I would “like” it, but WordPress is giving me fits and not allowing me to like the post. Nevertheless, having lost someone I loved very much, I would say that you nailed it on the head.

    Posted by Melissa | August 1, 2016, 12:39 am
    • Bless ya. I’m very sorry for your loss and hope the pain has eased with time.
      WP does that with me too. Very annoying.
      I’m glad that I, and Bill, can do the terrible feelings some justice.
      All the best to you and yours. X

      Posted by cpsingleton42 | August 1, 2016, 1:08 am

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