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Saw A Fire And Moved on From There. By CpSingleton © 2017

She waited by the fire. Her dimples danced to the flicker of fanned flames.

He could see her grinning, though was too far away from her solar system to ask such banalities as her name. He wasn’t even certain he had a name to offer in return.

He heard the trees around whisper Fristle. So, he presumed that was his name.

Armed with at least a title, he shuffled towards the heat to greet and meet.

‘Hi,’ he said. ‘I’m Fristle.’

She merely nodded, as if she already knew.

‘Do you have a name?’ Fristle asked, in awe of her bearing. 

‘Ask the trees,’ said she. ‘They gave you your name did they not?’

He nodded before adding a whispered, ‘Yes.’

Fristle opened his ample lobes. But he couldn’t hear the trees for the crackle of the flames on wood.

‘Crackle?’ Fristle asked without certainty.

‘For tonight it shall be Crackle,’ said she.

‘What about tomorrow?’ Asked Fristle.

‘Tomorrow may not happen, Fristle,’ said Crackle. ‘Let us see where this night ends first.’

And so they did.

Until Dawn arrived to snuff out the fire and lend a greyer blue view, Fristle and Crackle talked of heavy horses and their own courses. They set the world to anti-spins and everything in between.

‘Nothing lasts, does it, Fristle?’ Cackle asked.

She stood away from him and the damp dew grass, lifted his chin to kiss his lips and left for the heaven of his memories.

She was right. Nothing lasts.

Even Fristle died that day to leave a Norris to walk in his place.

He missed his Cackle sometimes.


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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