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A Relaxed Attitude. By CpSingleton © 2016

Gavin Whitsuntide opened his eyes. He felt relaxed. That initially worried him. Until he set his mind to ignoring the tension and giving his person a thorough examination.

After a metaphorical mind sweep, Gavin found that his whole body tingled with a paradoxical numbness. He could attempt movement, but what would be the point? So, right foot across its brother, he waited out the day in order to explore it further.

Nothing happened. No mail arrived. No visitors rattled at his letterbox to demand tea and sympathy. Angels drifted on the clouds above, trees were felled somewhere he supposed and presumption rode the riverboats down the waterfalls of hell.

He understood that he may have been hungry at some point, though knew it would be pass. Like the far-off nagging thirst.

He soon presumed the days turned into more days, until only months remained.

When eventually a group of uniformed people came to inspect his condition, they were overwhelmed. 

He wasn’t sure why one vomited, another threatened to follow his friend’s suit and a third stood with delicate hands clamped over her silly mouth. Maybe they had been drinking the night before. 

Gavin again could only presume. Who am I to know their lives? He thought, with a mind shrug.

They were an odd bunch. Much taken to bewilderment and gasping at Gavin’s position.

‘I’ll be buggered westward if I’ve ever seen a body literally grow into a mattress before,’ Gavin heard a man in a white paper overall say.

It made Gavin wince to hear such a redundant sentence being uttered. 
Sometime later they cut him from his bed. 

Gavin found this to be rather rude. He was, after all, comfortable. 

What harm am I doing to you? He grumbled. Are you comfortable? 

The milling marauders didn’t answer. They just breathed heavier and wrapped him in a plastic bag, before zipping it shut.

It’s a good job I’m relaxed, Gavin thought. A man could suffocate inside here.


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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