“Oh! Isn’t it beautiful?” Anna squeezed her husband’s hand, her golden hair whipping in the sea breeze as the cruise liner rocked gently through the Pacific blue. The sun was a perfect orb against the glimmering horizon. Blue met blue, the clean salt air filling the newly-wed’s lungs and setting her spirit soaring. She shivered as a drop of liquid brushed her cheek. “We’d better get in – it’s starting to rain.”
Ten year old Kevin wasn’t having a good time on the deck above. Leaning over the edge, he retched again, wiping the edge of his green, vomit-stained mouth.
(c) Tim Austin 2016. Promo image courtesy of Clem Onojeghuo via Uplash
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See you tomorrow for “Breath”
The air swam with the scent of Rose Water and Jasmine, a million aromas spiralling on the breeze. The lush green rows of the plantation bathed in the Indian sun, a hundred pairs of feet sinking into the fertile dirt. Madhu smiled at the day, snatching leaftips from each bush and watching the women toiling the field. Beside her strode an English girl, her pale skin pinking in the sun. Madhu grinned across.
“Remind me” she asked, “What brought you to India, Katie?”
The English girl stroked the swastika tattoo on her wrist, her reply shy and quiet.
“I ran away.”
(c) Tim Austin 2016. Promo picture courtesy of Carli Jean via Uplash.
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“Jane! Fancy meeting you here,…”
Sincerity was never one of Jack’s strong points. Jane’s cheeks flushed pink in embarrassment, her teeth clenching tight.
“Won’t you introduce me to your male friend?” He laboured the word male, balancing it like a dagger and twisting it just as hard. His eyes were a mix of amusement and malice as he turned his gaze to Jane’s date. There was a pause.
Jane’s brow furrowed as she followed her ex husband’s eyes. Stephen was shifting in his seat, eyes locking to Jack’s. He choked a yearning whisper.
“I’ve missed you.”
(c) Tim Austin 2016. Promo picture courtesy of Henry Fournier via Uplash.
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See you tomorrow for “Tea”
“No! ” James was angry now. Why did she keep saying that? Why did she keep insisting? Frail fingers reached for his, grasping: weak like a child. Her pale grey eyes were begging. “Stop it, Mother. Please,… just stop.” A machine whirred and hissed as the old woman struggled to speak. James closed his eyes, a tear spilling against his cheek. The forms he clutched crumpled in his fist. “I never loved you.” Her thin voice was desperate. James turned and arranged the flowers in the vase. Without another word, he dropped the ruined forms into the trash.
(c) Tim Austin, 2016.
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A massive thank you to Emma Wallace – a kind and very beautiful soul – for suggesting this word. If you’ve a word that you’d like me to turn into a story, pop it in the comments or tweet it to @timaustin2k using the hashtag #onewordonestory.
Come back tomorrow for “Archive”.
His fingers caressed the silver pendant, slipping the dust free and letting it gleam in the dim light. He hadn’t stepped into the room in over 2 years yet the ache that stole his breath returned, just as it always had. “Move on” they’d urged him. “Find a new life.” And he had. But here he stood and there it lay, and never had he wished for more. He felt a hand on his shoulder: a kiss at his ear. “I can’t help it,” he whispered, as he turned to leave. His wife smiled gently. “I know.”
(c) Tim Austin 2016
With thanks to Maria C from rclexa.co.uk for the word suggestion! A quite extraordinary word! I loved it! If you’ve got a word you’d like me to write a story on, tweet it to me at @timaustin2k using the hashtag #onewordonestory or pop it in the comments.
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Every breath was defiance: every kick was flung against a fate that was as cruel and cold as the depths below. Amid the mountainous swells, crashing and flailing as spray stung his cheeks, the last of the Derby PALS rolled and twisted in the grey dawn. A thousand miles away his love was waiting; a thousand miles away, a father would be welcomed home. A new day was dawning on the surging mid-Atlantic, the Laconia now settling to her bed and sleeping far below. A wedding was expected back in England: a searchlight was gleaming on the horizon.
(c) Tim Austin 2016
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“Oranges and Lemons, 60p a Pound! Get yer caulis, get yer carrots, get yer five a day wrapped up and ready! Special closing down prices! Last day, last chance! Come and get yer spuds, yer kale, yer broken dreams and bitter regrets. Don’t miss out: half price on unfamiliar cologne and hurried phone calls. Avocado at special prices! Strawberries fresh from the field. Get them while they’re fresh, get them while they’re raw, get them while tucking your daughter in, all alone for the sixth night in a row. Last day, last chance! Special closing down prices,…”
(c) Tim Austin 2016
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