I'm still away for a few more days, so here's a story about a different journey (sci-fi). Purpose Journey! As if there was a defined destination, as if there was a chance of returning. Journey, be damned. Exile. And now the last stage: execution, dismissal. If one thing remained, it was the capacity for revenge. … Continue reading A Story
The newspaper glared, the screen screamed, the phone jangled. Her eyes couldn't see, her ears couldn't hear - the last images that made sense were graven into her brain. That list, the one she barely glanced at, shouldn't have been interested in - it was the name that jumped out first. Then she saw the … Continue reading Time?
Everyone called him Willy, but when his mum heard that she'd yell like a banshee. "That's not his name!" she'd scream, again and again, even after we'd all disappeared into whatever woodwork was available. It's true, his name wasn't Willy, but why would a normally sensible sane and normal woman call her son Willy-Nilly? That's … Continue reading Not His Name!
[part of SoCS] If Inni had to guess who broke in, she'd say it was the lout down the road. The tall one with the ragged dreadlocks who looked like he was starving. The one who hid behind the bales of hay any time someone even walked past. She'd had enough of people pinching her … Continue reading The Prod
The small town - could Eva remember the name from the map? - didn't even qualify as a 'one-horse town' because there wasn't a soul on the street. Probably sensible - the heat! She'd torn her sleeves off hundreds of k's ago, stripped off her jeans and worn shorts (for the first time ever!), and … Continue reading There
A death, a departure, an overseas offer - some of the goodbyes said recently. Without the opportunity to say goodbye - what do we do? Pray, and hope they get the chance to hear?Leave the words unsaid? Write it all down, send it in a letter (email)? Standing on the cold concrete and waving as the … Continue reading We Get to Say Goodbye
Would there be a dream today? Rozi didn't know, but there has to be one. If she looked under this tree, under the leaves fallen into heaps, under the broken log - would she find one? Just one, surely not too much to ask. One dream a day - the price for her to stay … Continue reading Onward
A short story, copyright Rose Brimson 2017 “Down; look down – don’ look at the light,” Colly said, as he held Mibba down by the head – it hurt! “Uncle! Uncle! Leggo – you hurtin’ me!” Mibba scrabbled in the dirt, tried to get purchase. Colly gripped him tighter at the back of his neck; … Continue reading Min-Min
"It's a lifestyle thing," I say, hoping that will be the end of it, but it never is. "How can it be a lifestyle thing - lifestyle? Think about that word for a 'sec - lifeSTYLE. This isn't anything to do with style. What you're doing is disappearing!" "Crap. I'm just getting rid of stuff. … Continue reading The Down
Wind blew a scatter of leaves across my path. The rattle matched the jangle of my reactions. Each sound caused a hitch in my step, caused my fists to clench, my head to turn - this way and that, check everything for movement, for shadows within shadows. For any black darker than the grey of … Continue reading Something