More Short Stories to Read on a Bus, a Car, a Train, a Plane (or a comfy chair anywhere)

Оглавление

Colin Palmer. More Short Stories to Read on a Bus, a Car, a Train, a Plane (or a comfy chair anywhere)

MORE. Short Stories to Read on a Bus, a Car, a Train, a Plane, (or a comfy chair anywhere)

FOREWORD

W152 – He thought there was no such thing as true love, until that moment their eyes met

FOUR

W153 – I saw it before it was broken

BEFORE

W155 – The mind replays what the heart can’t delete

KNIFE

W156 That’s not ‘extreme’. That’s just stupid!

FINE DINING

W157 You or your best friend will survive – but not both

BACHELOR PARTY

W158 – I wondered when I’d truly live

FELICITY

Freewrite – write whatever you want, however you want. Extra points for the use of chocolate in your story

Alan

W161: You Can Call It Luck, But I Know It’s Magic

STING

W162 Opportunities wait for no one, but there’s always a second chance. You only have to work hard to get it

Lay Down Misère

W163: I’m the best there is at what I do, but what I do isn’t very nice

FRIED CHICKEN

W164 – A ROAD TRIP GONE WRONG

OOPS

W 165 – You hear a knock at the window and find a bird, a metal bird, waiting there. It has a message for you

POLLY WANTS A CRACKER AND SHE WANTS IT RIGHT NOW!

W167 – You are a pet cat. Write about your day

THE TEACHER

W168 – The most romantic night of my life

DOCTOR

W170 – A Rose, an open bottle of wine, and a full moon

DATE NIGHT

W174 On her death bed, your mother tells you that you’re not of this world

GOLD

W175 “If only these walls could talk, the stories they would tell!” What stories do you think the walls would tell?

LOVE, SOAP, AND A PIECE OF CAKE

W177 – Stars are falling faster than a smile after a broken heart

D-DAY

W178 – You are lost

THE WEDDING

W180 – I survived the cold

VIJAY

W181 – As quietly as possible, she lifted the sleeping infant from the crib and crept up the staircase

STAND TALL

W182 – I can give you everything you ever wanted

“‘Tween the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea”

Author’s Note

A SUMY THRILLER

Отрывок из книги

One of the groups I write for is called Authors’ Tale, a Facebook Group open to all and sundry who write or aspire to be writers. It is not a big group, not a small group, just about right, but what it does have is a core of people who care about each other, who offer encouragement and critique when asked and who support each other in their endeavour to become an artist of the pen (or pencil, or keyboard).

All the stories in this book have resulted from weekly writing prompts delivered through one of Authors’ Tale’s weekly events. Within a relatively short period of time, I found myself anticipating these prompts and doing my damndest to write for whatever the topic was that particular week. They are raw stories, as published via Authors’ Tale, without the gloss and glamour that time and editing provides and are a reflection of the impromptu response to a sudden trigger, the trigger, of course, being the actual prompt.

.....

He opened his eyes and the dog still looked at him, patiently waiting as if it knew his internal suffering – he sobbed and did his best to change what seventy wasted years had mistaught him … looking back with all the love he could generate from his old but inexperienced heart. She licked his hand one more time, a gentle slow tickle against his skin … and then was still.

========= THE END ========

.....