Short Story

#84 – Disfigurement

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Dawn Armfield

“Oi! Freddy Krueger!”

The teenage boy sneered as the rock left his hand and span against the armrest of the man’s wheelchair.

“I said oi!”

The man didn’t move.

The gang could see his reflection in the store window.  His face was white and smooth: burned flesh twisted, his eyes milky. The boy threw another stone, laughing as it whistled past the man’s ear.

The store owner ran out and the gang scattered, their sneering cries echoing down the street.

“Hey man, why didn’t you say something?”

“Because” the burned man replied, “he wasn’t like that before the fire,…”

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Image by Dawn Armfield via Unsplash.

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#83 – Suave

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Ross Parmly

The gentleman brushed his finger over the rim of his glass, a low growl shucked carelessly from his throat.

“Thank you.”

His voice was smooth beneath the gravel of age.  His smile was bright.

The stewardess smiled back, bowing her head a little as she poured another splash of red wine into his glass.  With another quick glance, she stood straight and walked back up the isle.

“Old man in 26 D seems nice,” she chirped, stepping through the crew curtain.

“Oh, he’s a regular,” her friend replied.  “Check your pocket.”

The old man’s smile widened when he heard her scream.

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Image by Ross Parmly via Unsplash.

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#81 – Insights

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Dariusz Sankowski

Allen swallowed a mouthful of coffee and rubbed his temple.  It was going to be a long, night.

He ran a finger down the list of phone numbers, looking for something – anything – to give him an edge in court.

Danny Banner loved his kids.  He wouldn’t hurt a fly.

Allen repeated the thought. He believed every word.  The phone was ringing.

“Hi Danny.  Ready for the morning?”

“Nervous.”

“Don’t be.  It’ll be fi,…….”  Allen stopped.

The number beneath his finger made his blood run cold.

“You said you never called her.”

“What?”

“Danny!!”

The silence betrayed them both.

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Image by Dariusz Sankowski via Unsplash.

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#76 -Isolation

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Ludovic Gauthier

The light bulb buzzed and spat.  Water was dripping down the chord and swirling in a fine spray from the tiny barred window.

Keith sat huddled on a freezing metal bed, eyes locked into the gloom.  His throat hummed as he breathed, rocking gently on his lice-ridden mattress.

He wasn’t alone.  Keith walked hand in hand with Andrew over the burning pale sands of the beach.  Their feet brushed through the dunes and grasses, their laughter rolled into the sky.  Hearts raced as lips blessed each other.

Keith was smiling in the darkness.

In his dreams he was never alone.

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Image by Ludovic Gauthier via Unsplash.

Another title suggested by Aliki Chapple – mother, activist, actor and proud Grecian.  You can follow her and her work over on Twitter @amaenad

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#75 – Plunge

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Markus Spiske

Goosebumps were itching on Eddie’s skin as he looked down into the pool 33 feet below.  His head snapped back and he squeezed his eyes tight, a sharp breath hissing between his lips as his toes curled over the edge of the board.

“Okay, that was dumb. Dumb, dumb, dumb!” Eddie whispered.  The crowd below had fallen silent.

The world froze for a heartbeat,…

“Hey, Charlie Brown!  Time to go splat!”

Anger forced Eddie’s eyes open.  People were laughing.  People were always laughing.  All the time.

Everyone except Mrs. Gomez.

The trembling boy raised his arms.

She would be watching.

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Promo image by Markus Spiske via Unsplash.

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#74 – Mimetic

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Verne Ho

“Go ahead, Senator.”

The scientist was gesturing to the wall, smiling proudly.  Gingerly, Senator Steele pressed his palm to the glass.

A wave of light instantly slithered over the surface, melting and shifting into a perfect copy of Senator Steele’s face.  The scientist was almost clapping in his excitement.

“Go on,…”

“I am Senator Steele,” the politician stated.

I AM SENATOR STEELE the computer replied, in perfect mimic to the Senator.

“Is that all it does?”

Behind the glass, banks of microchips were thinking.

I AM SENATOR STEELE.  I AM TARGET NUMBER ONE.  DELETION WILL OCCUR IN SIX DAYS.

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Promo image by Verne Ho via Unsplash.

Today’s One Word title was donated by award-winning TV writer and author Robert Shearman.  If you’re a Doctor Who fan you’ll know him as the scribe of the 2005 story “Dalek” and a number of Big Finish stories, including my personal favourite “The Chimes of Midnight”.  Thank you Robert!

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See you tomorrow for “Plunge”

 

#72 – Suspicion

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59H

Detective Danson ripped into his sandwich, spitting chunks of bread over the sidewalk as he waved Constable Keegan away.

“There’s nothing more to it.  Family says she fell.  “Spinster dies in accident”: Case closed.”

“Really?” asked the Constable.

The Detective shot Keegan a glare as the Constable turned and trotted across to the Precinct Morgue.

Later that evening Keegan stepped back into his apartment, flinging his magnifying glass onto the table and sitting thoughtfully.

Her ring finger was worn.  There was fear in her eyes.

“Was I right?” came a voice from across the room.

“You always are,” Keegan sighed.

(c) Tim Austin 2016. Promo image by Gratisography.

Today’s one word title was donated by the breathtakingly talented Izabella Grace – author of sublime Flash Fiction at http://flashfictiononline.com/main/authors/izabella-grace/.  You can follow her on Twitter @iza8ella

This is the OWOS debut of two established characters – Keegan and Lestrade from my Holmesean short thriller “The Santa Beneath the Ice” – available on Amazon.  You can read Chapter One of that story Free here (opens a PDF).

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See you tomorrow for “Nightmare”!

 

#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”.

#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.

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.  Promo image by Maarten van den Heuvel via 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”.