Saturday, September 25, 2021

Whatever it is

‘I don’t believe it,’ Lorna stepped back. ‘When were you going to tell me?’

‘I … I don’t love her, I love …’

‘I saw you, Tony. Kissing her.’

‘It didn’t mean anything, I …’

‘Don’t. Just stop with the lies.’

‘Lorna, please. You have to listen. I …’

‘Stop. This … whatever it is, is over.’

‘Lorna.’

‘I want you to go.’

‘It’s over with Liz. I’ll get a divorce. We can …’

‘You’re not listening. I can’t be with a … a cheat.’

‘I can explain.’

‘No … no you can’t. You were cheating on her and me.’
 

 

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Saturday, September 18, 2021

I'd sooner not know

‘So, what do you think of him?’

‘Who?’

‘Simon, who else?’

Cally shrugged.

‘That’s it?’

‘That’s all it can be.’

‘It can be whatever you want it to be.’

‘I think you’re forgetting a few things.’

‘Such as?’

‘The age difference. That I’m a single mum with two kids. His opinion.’

‘He’s clearly smitten with you.’

‘It’s just playful flirting, nothing more.’

‘Are you sure?’

‘The other two issues don’t go away and I’m not interested in a fling.’

‘Maybe he’s not either.’

‘We’ll never know.’

‘At least give yourself the chance.’

‘I’d sooner not know than be hurt again.’


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Saturday, September 11, 2021

Dress up a little

‘Jesus, Rachel, are you going like that?’

‘Like what?’

‘Like you don’t give a fuck.’

‘I don’t give a fuck?’

‘You could dress up a little.’

‘I’m a single mother with two kids, one with special needs. All I do is give a fuck.’

‘That’s not what I meant.’

‘That’s exactly what you meant. I should try harder to look like a competent mum.’

‘That’s …’

‘I’m not looking for a fuck, okay. I’m going because I have to.’

‘Rachel.’

‘I’m going like this and that’s it.’

‘At least …’

‘At least what?’

‘Turn your shirt the right way out.’



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Saturday, September 4, 2021

Scared

‘Kelly.’

‘Don’t come any nearer.’

‘Let’s talk about this.’ Sarah edged forward.

‘Just leave me alone.’

‘Not until you step back.’

‘If you come any closer I’ll jump.’

‘Kelly.’

‘All you had to say was you didn’t like me.’

‘Look, I …’

‘You didn’t need to out me to the whole school.’

‘I’m sorry.’

‘Now my parents know.’

‘I … I wasn’t …’

‘They think I’m a freak.’

‘Kelly. Please, just step back.’

‘I thought you liked me as well.’

‘I do like you.’

‘But not in that way.’

‘I was scared.’

‘So am I.’

‘Then let’s be scared together.’



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Saturday, August 28, 2021

Thanks to you

‘If there’s no us, then there’s no point. M.’

Paul looked up. ‘Where did you find this?’

‘On the kitchen table.’

‘And Marina?’

‘I couldn’t find her,’ Sarah replied.

‘Jesus. What game is the silly cow playing now?’

‘What happened?’

‘We broke up.’

‘You mean you dumped her.’

‘It’s been over for a while.’

‘For you maybe, but not for her.’

Sarah’s phone began to ring.

‘Yes? … What? … Are you sure?’

‘What is it?’ Paul interrupted.

‘It’s over now.’

‘What?’

‘They’ve found her at the lake; seems she couldn’t live without you.’

‘She’s …?’

‘Dead. Thanks to you.’


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Saturday, August 21, 2021

Us?

The crows lifted off the beeches.

Jake waited at the gate, Blue panting at his feet.

Eventually a figure ambled round the bend and raised a hand.

‘I thought it might be you.’

‘How are you keeping, Jake?’ Sarah asked.

‘So-so. You?’

‘The same. Just been you, the last couple of months?’

‘And Blue and the cattle.’

‘You don’t get lonely?’

‘Some of us are meant to be alone. You know that.’

‘Sometimes I wish it were otherwise.’

‘You’re getting wistful in old age?’

‘I keep wondering if it’s too late for first love?’

‘First love?’

‘For us.’

‘Us?’


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Saturday, August 14, 2021

Denial

I often think about Jason. He made the mistake of confessing to his best friend. Only the friend wasn’t ready for that kind of truth. He was in denial; was afraid of what everyone else would think. How they’d react. So he’d pushed him away. Mocked him. Got drunk and outed him. It only took four weeks from when the bullying started. A nine-year-old boy found him hanging from a tree; the same place he’d confessed. The boy’s probably scarred for life. I guess that’s better than no life. I still struggle with the guilt. And I’m still in denial.

 

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Saturday, August 7, 2021

That's all I'll pay for

‘Are you sure you want to do this, Jack?’

‘God knows the truth. He’ll judge me accordingly. It’s the living that need it now.’

‘Then I’ll hear your confession,’ the priest said, taking the dying man’s hand.

‘I killed Jane. I didn’t mean … it just … I lost it. Her clothes are in the woodshed. The knife is in the septic tank.’

‘And Terry Macleod?’

‘He was her lover. He got what he deserved.’

‘He’s in prison for a crime he didn’t commit.’

‘I only regret Jane. That’s all I’ll pay for.’

‘You don’t get to decide that, Jack.’


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Saturday, July 31, 2021

She's still our mom

 ‘She’s gone.’

‘What do you mean, gone.’ Harry looked up from the workbench.

‘What do you think I mean?’

‘Don’t get snooty. Where’d she go?’

‘Away. She left this.’

Harry held out his hand, motioning his daughter forward.

He unfolded the sheet of paper.

Sorry. I can’t do this anymore.

‘Is that it?’

‘Her side of the wardrobe’s empty.’

‘I guess that’s that then.’

‘You need to go after her.’

‘What’s the point?’

‘You’re the cause of this. You need to fix it.’

‘We’ll survive.’

‘You’ll survive. What about us? She might be our step-mom, but she’s still our mom.’


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Saturday, July 24, 2021

Protect her from the witch

‘You really are clueless, aren’t you?’

‘What?’

‘Jesus. Person C likes Person B who likes Person A. Person
A is shy and insecure. Person B lives in his own world. Person C is devious and malicious; she thinks that by driving Person A away she’ll be able to seduce Person B.’

‘I’m Person B?’

‘Duh!’

‘So, Cindy left … because of Jane?’

‘What do either of them see in you?’

‘But I like Cindy.’

‘Then tell her that and protect her from the witch.’

‘Jane being the witch?’

‘God, Ryan; yes! And Cindy is the princess you need to rescue.’ 

 

 

A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

Saturday, July 17, 2021

I don't need friends

‘Wait!’

Carol tugged an earbud free. ‘What?’

‘If you need anything …’ Darren trailed off.

‘I won’t.’

As Carol stepped forward, Darren grabbed her wrist.

‘Let go.’

Darren loosened his grip. ‘Sorry.’

‘Just leave me alone.’

‘At least take my number. In case you need help.’

‘I don’t need your help. Or anyone else’s.’

‘They’ll keep hassling you.’

Carol shrugged. ‘It’s nothing I’m not used to.’

‘It’s no harm to have friends.’

‘I don’t need friends.’

‘Don’t want or don’t need?’

‘Both. They only betray you.’

‘Well, I won’t. Just take my number.’ Darren shoved a note into Carol’s pocket.



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Saturday, July 10, 2021

Make a new life

The woman was hunched forward, hands on her knees. ‘You go on.’

‘I’m not leaving you.’

‘I’ll hide. If we stay together we’ll both be caught.’

‘Mom, you have to keep going.’ The man stared anxiously down the dark laneway.

‘I’m too slow. You go. I’ll catch you up.’

‘We’ll never find each other.’

‘We don’t have time for this. I’ll hide; you go on.’

The sound of voices drifted up from the valley.

‘You can do this.’

‘But not fast enough. Please, go. Make a new life.’

‘Mom.’

‘Go.’

As he crested the ridge a shot rang out below.


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Friday, July 9, 2021

Swap from Feedburner to Follow.it

Since Google are shutting down Feedburner - the means by which folks can subscribe via email to the blog - I have swapped to the Follow.it service. If you're a subscriber this means you'll be receiving this blog post via the new service. Otherwise, it should be as usual.

I realise I've not been posting many book reviews lately. I am reading a lot but it is nearly all work related and I'm watching a lot more dramas and movies now I've finally moved beyond the six terrestrial Irish television channels. I do have a handful of books I need to post reviews of and I'll get round to them in the next few weeks.

Saturday, July 3, 2021

Spitting image

 The woman passed the table, stopped and looked back.

‘Here we go,’ Martin said.

‘What?’ Carol replied.

‘Wow, you’re …’

‘I’m not,’ Martin interjected.

‘Yes, you are. You’re that …’

‘I hear it all the time, but I’m not him.’

‘Really? You’re the spitting image.’

‘I like to think he’s the image of me.’

‘The image of who?’ Carol asked.

‘You know, that singer,’ the woman said.

‘You’re a singer?’

‘No.’

‘Sorry; I’ll leave you be.’ The woman wandered off.

‘I’d like to ring his neck.’ Martin sighed.

‘You’re really not him?’

‘Will you still date me if I’m not?’


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Saturday, June 26, 2021

Keep pumping

‘Keep pumping.’

Keith kept hammering the plate down. ‘I’m telling you it has a puncture.’

‘So it’s banjaxed as well?’

‘Duh! Maybe you swapped them round before?’

Chrissy stared wistfully across the valley.

‘Maybe.’

‘And you never got it repaired.’

‘I don’t …’

‘Jesus, Chrissy.’

‘Well, we’ll just have to get one of them fixed.’

‘We’re in the middle of nowhere.’

‘Then we’ll call a tow truck.’

‘I told you we should have flown.’

‘It’s an adventure.’

‘We’re going to be late for my sister’s wedding.’

‘Relax. She’ll be divorced within a year. We’ll make it to the next one.’

 

 A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.