Welcome to the sixty-second in this daily series that is ‘5pm Fiction’.
Late April 2011 I discovered
and the project that is to write 31 stories in 31 days. Anyone who knows me or follows this blog, knows how passionate I am about short stories so my clichéd eyes lit up at this new marvel. And just a few days later there I was, breathing life into new characters. This went on to become (with some editing of course) my 31-story collection eBook Story A Day May 2011.
I was nearing completion of the 2012 project when I decided that I didn’t want to stop at the end of May so 5PM Fiction was born. I put a load of prompts on the 5PM Fiction page and today’s was to write a monologue where someone is waiting for an important phone call, so here is my 323-worder.
Tom’s late. He’s always late, but two hours? He’ll have forgotten and think it’s just an ordinary day. Forgotten that it would have been his dad’s 80th. Out with friends probably but he must know it’s Sunday. School day tomorrow. Not that he’s at school but, you know. Work and all that. In the city… finance something or other, one of those men who look like greengrocers but buy and sell companies not apples or bananas. That would scare me – being responsible for so much money… other people’s at that.
Should be going to bed soon but don’t want to ’til I’ve spoken to him. Linda was the reliable one – phoned me every Wednesday night – interspersed with Tom so I’d not be too lonely but the days go so slowly now Alfred’s not here.
Tom and Linda were twins but you’d never guess. Different colour hair… Tom skinny, Linda… well, more like me. Tom and Alfred were inseparable, that’s why he never usually forgets, more reliable since Linda died. She and Alfred will be the inseparable ones now… making up for lost time.
She and I were never really close, which I guess is why I rely on Tom so much… well, he’s all I’ve got left.
He looked really happy the last time I saw him. Think he has a new girlfriend but when I asked he just shook his head. Blushed though… takes after Alfred in that respect too.
I remember when I first saw Alfred… cheeks red like Father Christmas, although it was summer so I guess he was warm but they always flushed when I kissed him, unexpected especially.
I hope she’s nice. He’s been through a lot. Tom, not Alfred. ’bout time he settled down. He wants children, I know, but men are lucky like that, aren’t they? Find a young girl… not too young though and have a couple of…
The doorbell? At this time of night?
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