Month: June 2016

#71 – Officer

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Jacob Valerio

“It has been quite extraordinary weather, wouldn’t you say Sir?”

The tailor zipped the measuring tape around the Captain’s chest, his chattering filling the silence as the soldier looked out into the street.  His wife and kids were waving at him from the pavement, pressing their faces against the glass while the tailor’s back was turned.  The Captain stifled a laugh.

The tailor flinched. “Sir, Please,..”

The shop was gone.

Only the desert remained.  Only the bullets.  Only the blood.  Only Private Allen’s twisted body as he begged for help.

The Captain collapsed into tears at the words.

“…. Sir,……… please,…..”.

(c) Tim Austin 2016. Promo image by Jacob Valerio via Unsplash.

PTSD is a harrowing burden that I would not wish on anyone.  I hope in this story that people reflect a little on it with compassion and care.

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I’ll see you again tomorrow for “Suspicion”.

#70 – Blood

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Ella raised the police tape and stepped into the the dead woman’s apartment.

As an open crime scene, no clean up crew had visited and the detective was soon swamped with a sweet, putrid smell of decay.  She lifted a menthol-laced handkerchief to her mouth.

As fruit-fattened bluebottles zipped around her, Ella thought about her next move.  She’d been careful to come alone: the killer wanted her to himself.  He wanted her and he would be watching.

She sat at the head of the blood-drenched dining table and waited.

“Come and get me, you bastard,….”

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Promo image by Mathilda Khoo via Unsplash.

Another in the cat-and-mouse chain story between Sid and Ella.  Read both previous posts by clicking here.

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See tomorrow for “Officer”.

#69 -Manifesto

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The Commodore stood on the balcony, his arms spread wide to the crowd below.

“This, my friends, is the start of a new country!  A new hope!  A new dawn for you – free from the corruption of the old ways!”

Jubilant cheers echoed from building to building.  Horns blared from every street as the Commodore cupped his hands together and shook them in triumph.

Behind him a man in a black suit was inspecting a model of an oil field, lifting a letter from beside it and lighting the corner with a match.

“Thank you, Commodore.  That will do nicely.”

(c) Tim Austin 2016. Image by Linhao Zhang Courtesy of Unsplash

This story is dedicated to the memory and family of Jo Cox, MP for Batley and Spen in the UK, who was shot and killed earlier today.  Jo was a fearless fighter for justice, peace and the good of her constituents.  She was a wonderful example to us all.  My thoughts are with her family.

#68 – Principle

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A stubby finger pushed a pawn across the board, cigar ash falling around the piece in a halo of smoking debris.  Churchill growled and smiled.

“There is no instance of a nation benefiting from prolonged warfare,” the Britain stated, leaning back into his leather armchair.

A rook slid across the board to threaten the pawn.  Churchill frowned.

A finger tapped against the board, sweeping away the cigar ash with disdain.

“That is why this war will be short,” came a replay from across the table.

“No, Adolf.”

Churchill slipped a knight to checkmate his opponent’s king.

“But it will be won.”

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Photo by Nguyen Pham on Unsplash

I’ve no idea why but the first image I had for this word was Churchill sat drinking with Hitler pleasantly.  It adapted in the writing but,… what an extraordinary idea,…. I mean, what would they talk about?!  There’s a hell of a book in that,….

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See you tomorrow for “Manifesto”.

#67 – Attic

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“Hey, there’s still stuff up here!”

Peter’s head was poking through the loft hatch, his hand tugging at the light chord.

“What was that, honey?”

“There’s stuff!  Boxes.”

Liza watched as her husband lifted himself into the attic.

She sipped her coffee.  “Any antiques?”

Peter laughed.

“For your Pop to sell for beer money?”

“I was thinking of renovations.”

Something fell down and clattered at Liza’s feet – a child’s doll, its face smudged with soot.  Dead glass eyes stared up and she choked at the sudden smell of smoke.

“Honey,…” Liza’s voice was a hoarse whisper.

“We need to go.”

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Photo by Artem Maltsev on Unsplash.

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See you tomorrow for “Principle”.

#66 – More

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Brandi Redd

Jane sank the spoon into the tub, her eyes fixed to the TV screen as Darcy and Cleaver tumbled through the restaurant window and slid to the tarmac.  She laughed.  She’d been laughing all night.

Her spoon tapped the edge of the cardboard, circling and chasing the last fragment of Ice Cream.  Jane sighed as she noticed the emptiness of the container, throwing it to the side with the others.

Jane ib-dibbed for the next tub, her finger sweeping over the discarded engagement ring as she considered her four choices.  She scowled and laughed with venom.

“Screw it.  All of them.”

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Promo image by Brandi Redd via Unsplash.

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See you tomorrow for “Attic”!

#65 – Threatened

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Benjamin Faust

Spit was raining over the bald man’s chin, his mouth a snarling mask of fury as he waved his banner high.

Katie watched as the man passed, the police cordon holding she and her brother from creeping closer.  Her wide eyes marvelled at the sight, flinching as the mob screamed their hate.

The bald man caught sight of her brother’s uniform and stopped.

“Iraq?”

Katie’s brother nodded.

Though no more than a twisted joke, Katie watched as the two men raised their fists.

When the condolence letter arrived two weeks later, Katie rose her fist too.

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Promo Image by Benjamin Faust via Unsplash.

Continuing the story of Katie, first seen in the tale “Tea” – dedicated to the wonderful Devika Fernando.  Click here for each part of the story so far.

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#64 – Poet

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Curtis Mac Newton

Joel closed his eyes and took a breath, his hands rising and reaching out into the sun-dappled air.  His chin rose as he felt the words spring from his chest and force themselves from his lips.

Worlds swirled in his imagination.  Wild realities and lost loves poured from his soul, forming into crude reality with each flick of his tongue.  His heart ached at each new phrase, tears fell as he knitted verse to verse.

A roll of distant thunder greeted the finale.  It was perfect.

The Eight year old boy watching him coughed.

“Mister,…. why didn’t it Rhyme?”

(c) Tim Austin 2016. Promo image by Curtis Mac Newton via Unsplash.

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#63 – Cistern

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Dan Watson

“I know What You Did.”

Patrick thought about the words he’d seen that morning: the careful lines of the cut letters, the smell of sulphur from the envelope.  He shook the thought away, reaching for the toilet paper.

Outside the cubicle his security would be waiting – they knew his routine.  Routine and strength were the paths to order.  It was a pity that the letter writer hadn’t understood that.

Patrick flushed the toilet.

It made no sound.

Just beyond, the bathroom door clattered closed.

The last words flashed in his memory as the ticking in the cistern suddenly stopped.

“You’ll pay.”

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Promo image by Dan Watson via Unsplash.

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#62 – Worth

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Tom Sodoge

The woman flicked the notes carefully through her fingers, tapping the stack of cash against her desk and peering up over her horn-rimmed glasses.

“Not police?”

The man shook his head.  There was a note of threat to the question and he turned away, fixing his gaze through the doorway, his heart racing.

Silken bronze skin swept beneath long curls of onyx hair.  Asian eyes were lidded and docile.  The woman he desired tugged her skirt over a blackened bruise.

“You like?” the Madame slipped the money into a draw, her finger stroking a pistol.

“Yes.  Very much,…”

(c) Tim Austin 2016. Promo image by Tom Sodoge via Unsplash.

This story was inspired by an audition I went to in Soho, years back.  I ended up drinking coffee in a cafe near the studio and watched as a woman tried to tempt men into a doorway.  I only ever heard a snippet of words over the noise of the crowd: “Not Police?”  It always stayed with me.

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