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Leaving A Gap – short fiction by MorgEn Bailey

The following piece of flash fiction is from Morgen’s smaller short story collection (just 93 stories instead of 250!), The Story A Day May Collection, available in eBook and paperback from Amazon  and Morgen’s online store where you can not only instantly download the collection but also purchase the paperback dedicated to you or as a present! We hope you enjoy this story…

Leaving A Gap

Hello diary.Hello Diary. Mum bought you for me for Christmas and I’m so excited. I dohdoentdon’t know whether to wait until January the first or start now. Next year is a whole week away and we’ve had such a great Christmas Day so I think I’m going to start now. I am. OK, new line.

Dad was being a bit quiet today. I think he ate too much. So did I.

Mum was busy cooking so hers was colder than ours because she wanted to do the washing up before she had hers and she had less than us, I don’t think she was hungry. She told us not to wait so we didn’t. I felt a bit bad but Dad said we should do as we were told so we did. I didn’t eat as quickly as him because I wanted to still be eating when Mum came to the table. Oh yes, you won’t know that the kitchen table is now in the dining room. Yes, we have a dining room! So the kitchen table is now the dining room table. I don’t think it minds. In fact I think it’s really happy. I’m happy too because I like it here. It’s bigger than our old flat. This one has an upstairs, where we sleep, which means I have to come downstairs if I need a drink of water when I can’t sleep. Mum suggested – suggested means that she was giving me a good idea – but I didn’t think it was a good idea so I did not do it. She suggested that I take a glass of water to bed, when I go to bed, but it’ll get warm. I said that to her and she said it was OK. This place is warmer than the flat. It has fancy white windows with two pieces of glass in each one! So I didn’t bring any water to bed. I don’t mind getting up and going to the kitchen because I get cold and my bed is still warm when I get back.

I’m going to say goodnight now because I’m tired and it’s late. Nearly ten oclock. If I get up to get some water, I might say hello but nothing will have happened for me to report other than me going downstairs and getting the water so I probably won’t.

 

Good morning diary. It is December the 26th.

December 26 – Boxing Day

Good morning Diary. I forgot that diaries have the dates at the top so I’ve gone back to yesterdays and put December 25 – Christmas Day at the top, just in little writing because I didn’t leave much space.

This is not a normal diary because it doesn’t have the dates at the top. Mum said she didn’t want to buy me one of those because it would mean that I could only write on one page and she said I should write whatever I wanted. She called it a journal – she helped me spell it – but it sounds silly to say Hello Journal so I have called ityou a Diary. Not a diary with a little d because you are a person like me because when I read you, you talk to me.

There are lines so I can write straight. I like it. I try to make my handwriting nice, like I was teachedtort at school. That was a long time ago. I’m too old to go to school now.

Nothing really happens at home so I don’t know if I would fill a whole page anyway but it does mean that I can put two days on one page if I want to. I left a gap on yesterdays because we had a busy day so I can tell you what happened. I will do it later. I will not forget. I have a good memory.

Mum is calling me to go downstairs for breakfast so I am going now but I will write more later.

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I have put a line there because it means that I am not here for a while.

 

 

 

 

 

December 28 – The Day After The Day After Boxing Day

Sorry I have not written anything for two days. I have left lots of lines so I can write what happened yesterday. I have put in the title. December 27 – The Day After Boxing Day but I don’t want to write it yet.

I think you will want to know what happened so I will put a little nowhere.

Mum has left us. I think that’s why Dad was quiet but he has not said much. He said she packed a few things in a bag and left in the middle of the night. I wanted to go into their bedroom to see which things she took. She showed me her clothes so I know which ones are missing but Dad will not let me. I asked him when she left, what time, but he shakedshook his head.

I said before, to you, that I usually wake up and get a glass of water but I didn’t. I would have seen her leave, tried to stop her. I would have woken up if she left would not I?

I think it’s going to be OK. Just with Dad and I. Mum did the cooking and shoppingand cleaning but I can do that. I can do the cooking. I watched Mum. I can clean too. I know what to do.

Dad will do the shopping. Sometimes he goes to the pub for a drink. He is not a alkoHe does not drink much. He asked me if I wanted to go with him but I don’t like to go out.

I have to go. Dad wants me. He needs me. So I am leaving a gap.

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Before Jessica – short fiction by MorgEn Bailey

The following piece of flash fiction is from Morgen’s smaller short story collection (just 93 stories instead of 250!), The Story A Day May Collection, available in eBook and paperback from Amazon  and Morgen’s online store where you can not only instantly download the collection but also purchase the paperback dedicated to you or as a present! We hope you enjoy this story…

Before Jessica

Jessica drew her tongue across her upper teeth. The drink was supposed to console her but the shop assistant had put in too much ice.

She took another sip and grimaced. Chocolate. She needed chocolate, the epitome of comfort food.

Epitome. Not a word most sixteen-year-olds knew the meaning of, but the dictionary was one of her favourite books.

Simon, her older-by-two-years brother, would laugh at her, her head always buried in something; fiction, non-fiction, Jessica didn’t mind which. She especially loved the law so read crime novels, not the gory type where there’s blood oozing on every other page, but clever crime, cosy; Agatha Christie and the likes.

Simon was more of a science-fiction, Doctor Who fan, although he’d not be seen dead with a book in his hands, the TV far more realistic in his opinion, video box sets his only request at Christmas and birthdays.

Jessica didn’t see the point of half-watching a programme, face peering from behind a cushion. She’d rather sit glued to every second, every frame, appreciating the work the cameramen had put in. It was an art. Everyone involved were artists.

She’d loved to do something in films, not act, she had a terrible memory, but something behind the scenes. In case it didn’t work out, she’d enrolled on a typing course, second week in.

She looked at her at chewed nails. Long nails were impractical on a typewriter, even electronic ones. A good excuse, she thought as she slurped the remnants of her orange juice.

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Wreckage – short fiction by MorgEn Bailey

The following piece of flash fiction is from Morgen’s smaller short story collection (just 93 stories instead of 250!), The Story A Day May Collection, available in eBook and paperback from Amazon  and Morgen’s online store where you can not only instantly download the collection but also purchase the paperback dedicated to you or as a present! We hope you enjoy this story…

Wreckage

Jamie stood in the wreckage of his ransacked house, trying to take it all in.

He didn’t even know where to start. Was there a start?

He had to call the police, he knew that, but on this side of the city it was a fairly regular occurrence so he also knew the chances of catching anyone, of them being stupid enough to leave any fingerprints, was slim, but he had to for insurance purposes.

Insurance. “Shit!” Wasn’t it due around now?

He went to the kitchen, put on a pair of yellow Marigold washing up gloves then bolted up the stairs to the back bedroom.

He looked at the bookcase but it was empty, the files scattered over the floor. He searched through them, the fact they were all the same shade of blue adding to his frustration.

When he found the right one, he clasped it to his chest, went to the landing phone and dialled 999.

He then returned downstairs, filled the kettle and opened the folder. The reminder letter from Wickett & Pringle lay on the top. Jamie scanned the text then found the renewal date; 17th July. It was the 19th.

Jamie slumped in the chair and hung his head over the paperwork. He stuck out his tongue and blew a half-hearted raspberry.

He hadn’t expected a rapid response to his phone call but had only just made himself a cup of tea, surprisingly difficult to do while wearing washing up gloves, when he saw the flashing blue light outside.

He opened the front door as two officers approached it. He then spotted the ambulance.

“Are you the owner?” the taller of the two asked. Jamie read the officer’s name badge. Townshend.

Jamie nodded. “I only called the police. I didn’t ask for an ambulance.”

“Step inside, please, sir,” Townshend ordered.

Jamie took a step back.

“All the way, please,” his colleague, Rylett, added.

Jamie reached the lounge doorway, still facing the officers. “I don’t understand. What’s going on?”

“Where’s the woman?” Townshend asked, dropping the ‘sir’.

“What wo-?”

“Never mind. Rylett, you look upstairs. I’ll stay down here with Mr…”

“Dawson. Jamie Dawson. But…” He watched Rylett go upstairs then Townshend ushered Jamie into the lounge.

Townshend tilted his chin towards the mess that was surrounding them. “So, Mr Dawson. Domestic or were you looking for something?”

“No. Neither. I’ve been out, only just got in. I don’t know… what woman? Who-?”

But before he could continue, Rylett appeared. “She’s up there. We’re too late.”

“What?” Jamie asked as Townshend strapped handcuffs to his gloved hands.

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