Stories in Short #19 (Good old dog)

Derek the hound had the scent. I followed him with a torch through the copse of trees behind the Leary household. Mr. Leary had vanished two days before. Mrs. Leary said her husband had run away with the car and the cash from the safe underneath the bed. We’d found the car the day before.…

Stories in Short #18 (The rustling of the corn)

Grandma is ill again. She dips in and out. Today she’s told me to take Ginny out of the house, because the air is stale, and the house smells like dust.  I ask Ginny where she wants to go and she says, not far, because Grandma is ill, so we decide on the corn-field behind…

Mr. Tokida’s Lament: extended, part four

Tokida walks in the direction he knows he has to go. His legs pull him one way and one way only. The pinnacle of the triangle, this is an equilateral, perfect and horrifying, and yet one side is slipping, sloping in the middle, where she used to hold up the middle. Like Atlas. Bearing the…

Mr Tokida’s Lament: extended, part 3

Tokida knows that Lucy regrets ever sitting next to him, that he must sound mad. Deranged. All the numbers finally got to him. That’s what she must be thinking. Isn’t it odd, Mr. Tokida thinks, that we’re forever putting our own thoughts into other people’s heads? Mrs. Burrows. Stood at the door. Discussing paid leave.…

Stories in Short #16 (When I was Ten)

When I was ten I found my big brother crying on the stairs. I asked him what was wrong but he looked up at me in shock like I’d caught him masturbating and scrambled up the stairs, to the room I was never meant to enter. I told my Mum. She said that boys cry,…

Mr. Tokida’s Lament: extended

Read part one here. _ Mr. Tokida sat back on his chair and put his hands on the desk, palms flat to the surface. Under his fingers, the wood, oak, feels sturdy and real, tangible, anchoring him to this moment in time, a flat plane, stretching endlessly into infinity. Time. Mrs. Burrows – Susan, her…

Stories in Short #13 (Exquisite: intensely felt.)

via Daily Prompt “I just went around it twice, but without twisting the strip, I just went around twice, but didn’t twist the strip, look, see.” The class nods homogeneously. Mr. Tokida pauses, the ring of paper held up in his left hand, because he can hear a scuffling in the corridor. His pupils look…

Stories in Short #12 (Capable of change)

via the Daily Prompt – It’s morning and the snow is hidden in the shadow of the house. Everything is still, silent, piercingly so, my ears are ringing with the roar of a far-off airplane. Upstairs I know my daughter is sleeping, and in the car, my wife is jumbled on the back seat, asleep,…