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Diary of a short-armed man.

The Diary of the Short-Armed Man. (Day 19) by CpSingleton © 2016

January 19th
Evening, Mol,
How are you today?

It may seem silly to ask you a question, but, in some small way, if I ask you things maybe you might be more inclined to visit me to answer them. Especially as rudeness always drove you bananas.

I can only hope.

As promised, I got dressed and attempted to leave the house.

I thought it best if I went out into the back garden first. I know that it sounds silly but that way I would be less likely to see other folk.

Those bloody, stupid irrational feelings started as soon as I began to unlock the damned door, love. I’m sorry for swearing but I could feel my throat filling up with phlegm and tightening as I opened it and looked out at your sleeping rose garden. It was a cool, grey day, but I felt so hot and sweaty. Then, as I stepped out I just felt like I was dizzy and couldn’t breathe. 

It was absolutely horrible, Mol! 

Before I could stop myself I was back inside and the door was locked. I then ran into the kitchen. There was no brandy left so I scooped cold water from the sink tap onto my face and into my mouth. I must have swallowed a gallon of water before I actually calmed down.

I feel weak saying this but I really wish it was brandy.

Afterwards, I just sat in the kitchen, looking out at the garden.

I remember when you first planted that rose bush. Remember, we got it from Garret’s garden centre? You seemed to know more about flowers than the lad who was advising you.

As I stared out I could see you on your little knee mat, pruning away. The deep red roses seemed to smile down at you. You certainly had the green fingers, didn’t you?

After that I cried. Big softy, eh?

I promise that I will try again tomorrow. 

I found some currant teacakes in the freezer, so I’m going to go and toast one for tea.
Love you lots.

Yours always, 




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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