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#100 – Saint

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The old man watched each face as his motorcade weaved through the cheering crowd.  Some hadn’t eaten for days, their hollow eyes begging his blessing.

Through the car’s speakers, a voice was listing the itinerary of the day.

“At 8 you have the talk in the main square.  We’ve already prepared it – the usual concern for the poor, a wish to heal old wounds and reach across divides.”

The old man smiled to the crowd.

 “Later, we need to discuss the portfolio. $30bn is still tied up in Switzerland.”

“Leave it there,” the old man growled.  “All of it.”

(c) Tim Austin, 2016.  Image by Nacho Arteaga via Unsplash.

“Saint” was suggested by bestselling author Sue London, whose various (superb!) works can be found on Amazon, here, alongside other outlets.  If following people on Twitter is your bag, you can find Sue @cmdrsue.

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1 Hour To Go,….

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OWOS — LIVE!!!

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A 100 word short story,… created and spoken LIVE on video from a word you supply?!  Would I be so daft?

Yes.

Yes I would.

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Join me tomorrow (Tuesday 22nd of November)  over at https://www.facebook.com/owosexperiment/  as I attempt to write 5 new short stories LIVE on video, without preparation. You supply the words and you ask the questions!

 Can I do it?  There’s only one way to find out,…..

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#99 – Election

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Isaac looked down at his sleeping daughter, his fingers stroking gently at the edge of her crib.  A shard of moonlight bathed the child and, in the quiet serenity of the nursery, Isaac couldn’t imagine any sight more beautiful.

“I,…” He swallowed the words down.  He knew she couldn’t hear him but the pain was too raw.  “One day you’ll understand”

“You must wake her.”

“No.”

His wife was rushing, their suitcases clutched tight in her hands.

“Isaac!  We don’t have time!”

Angry shouts and breaking glass split the air.  Isaac’s daughter smiled, dreaming.

“Give me this one moment,… please.”

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Image by Jilbert Ebrahimi via Unsplash.

Never forget.

Though it seems we already have.

Thanks to Chris Phillips for today’s word.  Chris is a fellow Flash Fiction aficionado and editor of Flash Fiction Online.  You can follow him on twitter @chriscoflips.

Tomorrow brings my 100th story!  What will it be?  Visit tomorrow morning to find out!

 

#98 – Jazz

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“Hey, Gramps!  This ain’t your skate park, bro!”

The old man brushed his jacket sleeves and sat.  He smiled as the gang slowly circled around him.

“This ain’t no tea shop, old timer” the largest boy snarled.  “Can you hear me?!”

The boy reached out to flick the stereo off but the old man raised his palm.  His head was nodding to the beat.

Fingers padded at the keys of a trumpet.  The gang shifted on their heels as the old man lifted the instrument to his lips.

A knife gleamed.

A knife fell.

The party lasted all night.

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Image by Matteo Paganelli.

Today’s story title was suggested by the wonderful Ian Sutherland, author of the bestselling thriller Invasion of Privacy.  You can follow him on Twitter @iansuth  Thanks Ian!

As ever, if you’ve a title idea, pop it in the comments to this story or tweet it to me @timaustin2k.

See you tomorrow for “Election”!