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#17 – Expectation

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Benjamin peered through the window, wide eyes looking out into a star-specked sky.  

The boy smiled as he carefully scanned the horizon: tonight he would see Father Christmas.  

Outside his door, two figures were kissing in the dark, their giggles muted by the touch of their lips.  They made no sound as they printed a soot-covered shoe to the floor.  They were careful to make no sound as they crept away, hand in hand.

Still Benjamin waited.  

And, as his eyelids fluttered closed, he knew,… he just knew,… that tonight he would be the boy who saw Father Christmas.

(c) Tim Austin 2016

Today’s word was suggested by Jemma Cross – Acting Coach, Director and proud Mum-to-be.  You can find her over on Twitter at @JemmaGross.  If you want to donate a word, please pop it in the comments below or tweet it to @timaustin2k using the hashtag #onewordonestory. 

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#16 – Lost

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The teddy bear gazed up, a drip of water splashing against its matted face.  Far above, the world passed by: hundreds of shoes clattering an endless thrum, their shadows flickering through hesitant light as it sank through a metal grating.  Voices echoed from a world of sun, raised in laughter and joyful whispers.  Below, the bear bobbed and twisted in the grey water of the sewer.  The arms that once held it were gone.  The lips that once kissed it were gone.  Only the eyes that beheld it remained, gazing down, tears falling – her last warmth striking against the bear’s fur.

(c) Tim Austin 2016

A bit of a sad ‘un.  Something similar once happened to me.  Still miss that Panda.  Still, if you’ve liked it, please let people know and link it on your social media using the buttons below.

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#14 – Archive

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Shadows smothered the vaulted halls of the General Register Office, a handful of grimy lamps spewing dim light into the stuffy air.  

Sam Desmond was at home here.  In the darkness, he would wander the metal maze of filing cabinets, reading and enjoying each document before slipping them into their allotted draw.  In those files whole lives were condensed to dry descriptions:

“Rhonda Jones: Died age 38, Teacher”.  

“Charles West: Died age 73, Retired”.  

Here they slept in ink and paper, neglected by all but him.  Smiling, Sam opened the newest file.  

“Sam Desmond: Died age 60, Filing Clerk”. 

(c) Tim Austin 2016. Photo by Maksym Kaharlytskyi on Unsplash

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#13 – Burden

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“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. Photo by Daan Stevens on Unsplash

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#11 – Knife

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Grinding the blade against the table reminded Sid of school: scratching words into the underside of his desk as his history teacher droned on about the French revolution.  The messages he left for her got him expelled.  This message would be much worse.

Sid chuckled, sneering as he plunged a ragged full stop into the wood.  The breath he used to scatter the splinters was almost tender; a love letter to the detective chasing him.  

He laid two severed fingers on the desk and sheathed the knife, three words cut in stark, bloody capitals: “See you Soon.”

(c) Tim Austin 2016

Today’s word, “Knife”, was kindly donated by the wonderful Mike Wells, thriller writer extraordinaire and author of the best-selling Lust, Money and Murder books.  Thanks for the inspiration, Mike!  You can find him on Twitter @MikeWellsAuthor and at mikewellsbooks.com.

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#8 – Orb

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I saw such worlds that day.  Skies of burnt orange and mountains of glass: rings of glittering crystal stretching from horizon to horizon.  Seas made of joy lapped at sands of pain and loss: footprints of creatures unknown to me slowly sinking to nothing.  All of this captured in the dark of my master’s room, shining from the sphere I held in my palm.

A footstep on a stair shook my rapture.  A presence behind me chilled my spine. 

The jewel shattered when he struck me down.  

Now, in my blindness, those worlds live only in my dreams.

(c) Tim Austin 2016

Today’s word, Orb, was suggested by the magnificently talented Adam York Gregory – Artist, Animator and Thoroughly Good Egg.  You can find him at http://aworkinghypothesis.co.uk/ and on Twitter @Adam_Y 

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