Tag: short story
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The Last Selfie
The last moments are the scariest, he thought. As he had been told. Apparently you first bob like a cork. Then you are swamped. Then you stretch your arms out to push yourself out of the water. And giving up, your arms and legs climb upward. Then downward. Thus overloaded you sink to the bottom…
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Baby Crush
A bald head crowned by a few curls peeks out. Two eyes large and watchful wait and see what I might do. I’m not moving. I stand silent. I’m a daddy statue. Tiny hands cover her eyes. She tries to catch my gaze. No way. I’m having no part of it. Not yet. She opens…
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Captured By An Audience
You never really wanted to go out there. You’re outnumbered for one thing. You know that any false move in front of them will be the last and final one.
Andrew Whalan
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The Glass Slipper (4) : She Met Me First
It was too dark to film in the pre-dawn twilight. And too hazardous to set up cameras and lights. Or send over their dumb drone in case it crashed and couldn’t be retrieved. Occasionally, rarely, reality TV did have its benefits and now was one of them. Lonely at last, I thought. But, of course,…
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I Can Talk To Strangers
I like to talk to strangers. It’s fun. But my mum and dad don’t like it. They told me not to. When I asked why, they said bad things could happen to me. When I asked what the bad things they wouldn’t tell me. I didn’t like that. I kept doing it. They kept stopping me.…
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The Glass Slipper (3)
Celebrities, I now realise, live in a perpetual fog. And nowhere more so than on the red carpet. This night I’m slow prancing through a warming mist of light. Camera flashes and phone selfie stick shots leave me blinking rapidly and staring dumbly. Further along, the spotlights surround me like a hot cloud. I’m suited…
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The Glass Slipper (2)
The TV screen went black. For three seconds. A sliver of white light appeared. It flickered, flashed and exploded, filling the screen. It was a white out. For three seconds. The screen panned back. The torch started searching the room. Spotlights painted the walls, shadows wavered and stopped. It found two shiny high-heeled shoes floating…
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The Glass Slipper (1)
“You broke the fucking glass slipper.” “I didn’t hear that. She didn’t say that. I’m still asleep. I’m in a better dream right now and can’t be disturbed. Leave a message and I’ll talk to you later.” Her hand on my shoulder. I sigh. The loving touch of my bride. I relax. I start to…