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Flash no. Train of Thought (with VERY different ending)

Petal. By CpSingleton © 2017

It all came down to numbers. 

She’s as smooth as silk, he thought, as he plucked the first petal from the improbably large seven leaf clover-like plant, he’d found growing on the side of the rickety train platform. She’s covered in sores, he added for the second.

The sight of Nicky made the young man throb, but he wasn’t single and knew he shouldn’t be thinking such things. 

How would I feel if I knew that Sarah was thinking the same way about another man? He mused, feeling a grinding in his chest.

Though it didn’t stop him.

He’d sprawled out in the garden, the night previous to the start of his working week, summer light leaving the sky, but warm radiation still apparent and allowed Nicky to meet him in his mind. Her smiling blue eyes sucked him in to her intriguing world; her long legs and the way she always carried her modesty underneath turtle neck jumpers and buttoned up blouses filled him with admiration. She wasn’t like any other woman he’d met before.

Her skin is soft, he thought as he ripped off the third petal.

He had not long been married, but the chemicals that burned true heat from his heart to his groin cried that it was a mistake.

Malcolm had tried, like a strongman yanking to throw 200 kilograms, to lob Nicky from his thoughts, as he’d laid, smoking a cigarette.

She’s covered in boils, went the third.

He’d then wanted to imagine her perfect body not only festooned in pustules, but riddled in scars and hairy moles, so that his mind would be saved, as he blew smokes rings that faded fast in the sweet evening breeze.

It was more than just lust, though. There was an irrational connection to this travel-mate, who had frequented the same line as his of late. 

He’d used the train often, but hardly spared thought, never mind words for other passengers.

They’d swapped laughter and stories. They’d talked philosophy and future plans. He saw her spirit soaring. 

He’d never felt that spreading of the wings with Sarah. 

Once, when the train was full, they’d been forced to sit so close that he felt her bare thighs through his trousers. The appearance of a man with size issues cramming himself into the third seat pushed them together with shy shrugs. Normally, Malcom would have groaned at such an intrusion of his boundaries. That day, as his body crackled with the intensity of her touch, and the train rocking gently along the tracks, he prayed only that he didn’t get an erection

She’s stunning, he sighed as he plucked the fifth. She’s red raw in boils, his mind rasped for the sixth.

The little plant had only one leaf left and he didn’t need to verbalise the turning in his stomach and the hardening in his need whenever he sat across from her; he was sure it flashed from his skin like a commercial for porn.

The train squealed to a stop, pulling Malcom back to the reality of a dreary Monday morning. The many passengers filed out.

‘You got something on your mind?’ She asked, as she frowned in the sweetest way he could imagine at the torn plant in his hand and the rest strewn across the filthy carriage floor.

She stood to tower over him and dropped her keycard. It sat within the shredded plant. They reached out at the same time to retrieve it, but Malcolm stopped as her perfume tickled his nostrils and set his head alight.

‘I’m a clumsy cow,’ she giggled. 

Malcom followed her legs up into her slim torso and on past her sculpted breasts, until his wide eyes reached her neckline. 

For the first time he could see neck flesh, as her blouse’s top-button had slipped from its eye.

‘I’ll see you tonight?’ She asked in a syrupy tone.

‘Er, y-y-yes,’ Malcolm stammered, seeing all he needed to see for the first time.

She turned and elegantly left the carriage. Taking her pervasive scent and bobbing Adam’s apple with her. 


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 “Flash no. Train of Thought (with VERY different ending)

  1. Thanks for the ping back. Much appreciated.

    Posted by cpsingleton42 | January 11, 2017, 6:46 am


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