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It Wasn’t Me – 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… (this one ended up becoming my novel Oh, Henry!)

It Wasn’t Me

Gwen looked down at the ripped toy, then into the big brown eyes staring up at her.

“It wasn’t me.”

“Really? Then who was it? There’s only you and I here.”

The big brown eyes kept staring. “Alright. I confess. It was me but it’s your fault for-”

“Henry! You’ve become so cheeky since we gave you the ability to talk.”

Henry wagged his tail.

Gwen was pretty sure that had enhanced since they, her and her boss, Dr Temple Horne, had injected the dog with the experimental speech drugs. “I thought that toy was your favourite.”

“I was only playing.”

“It’s got dribble all over it. You were shaking it weren’t you?”

Henry nodded. “It’s what we do. We’re dogs. We chase rabbits, cats and things.”

“Anything that moves, I know.”

“So you give me a cat toy and I’m going to-”

“Chase, Henry. You didn’t need to rip it to shreds.”

“It’s not shreds. An ear’s come off, that’s all.”

“What did I say about you being cheeky?”

“Just speaking my mind.”

“If I’d known…”

“What?”

“Nothing. Never mind. Now, Dr Horne and I have some things we want you to do. When we ask you questions, we want your honest answers, OK?”

Henry nodded.

Right on cue, Dr Horne, entered the lab, studying a clipboard. “How is he today?”

“I’m well, thank you.”

Dr Horne looked up from his notes. “Henry?”

Henry smiled. “That’s me.”

“So everything’s OK. Voice alright?”

“More than alright,” Gwen answered. “Can’t shut him up.”

“I did think it was weird to start with,” Henry said. “I could hear myself. Of course I could always hear myself but it’s like it was clearer, louder and…”

Dr Horne watched Henry’s lips move as he waffled on. “Your lips are moving.”

Henry stopped mid-stream. “Of course. I’m no ventriloquist.”

Dr Horne laughed, looked at Gwen’s scowl and laughed again.

Henry turned to Gwen. “You said you had some questions?”

“Yes. Dr Horne?”

The doctor looked back down at his clipboard. “Number one. How do you feel?”

Henry frowned and repeated, “I’m well, thank you.”

“Number two. Has anything else improved since the implementation of the medication?”

“‘implementation of the medication’,” Henry mimicked. “Like what?”

“Memory? Vocabulary? Desires? Motivations?”

“Erm…”

“Maybe a bit too much all at once,” Gwen suggested.

“No, it’s OK,” Henry said. “Memory. The same, I think. Born, eat, poop, chew…” He looked at the toy. “I couldn’t help it.”

“That’s OK, Henry,” Dr Horne soothed. “That’s what they’re there for. Any frustrations?”

“Apart from it not being a real cat?”

Dr Horne laughed and put a large tick in the ‘sense of humour’ box.

“You asked about vocabulary,” Henry continued.

“Yes,” Gwen butted in. “And Desires, Motivation.”

“Vocabulary. Now I like hearing the sound of my voice-”

“We can tell,” Gwen mumbled, receiving a dirty look from Henry.

“It’s not like I’ve studied a dictionary since you gave me that stuff.”

“Interesting,” Dr Horne said while chewing on the end of his pen.

Henry didn’t find that interesting at all. He’d quite like to spend his time studying not only a dictionary but an encyclopaedia as well, but thought that a step too far at this early stage. “As for desires. I still desire to rip up…” He looked up at Gwen and paused. “Desire to play with my toys. That was an accident. Motivation, being given a fake cat is a good one.”

“Very good.” The doctor nodded and jotted more notes. “Question four. If you could be any animal what would you be?”

Henry tilted his head.

“Would you like me to repeat that?”

Henry straightened his head again. “You mean you can change me into something else?”

Dr Horne laughed. “Of course not, Henry. We can only work with what we have.”

“That’s a silly question then isn’t it?”

“It’s hypothetical.”

Henry now wished he’d had that dictionary.

“Pretend,” Gwen added, seeing the expression on his face.

“A giraffe.”

The two white-jacketed humans looked at each other.

“A giraffe?” Gwen asked.

“Why a giraffe, Henry?”

“It’s obvious, isn’t it?”

The doctor shook his head.

“Because all I see all day are ankles. Knees if I’m begging, which I don’t plan on doing again any time soon, by the way. If I was… were a giraffe I’d be able to see anything, wouldn’t I? Even more than you. Any more questions?”

Dr Horne nodded. “A few but I think that’s enough for today.”

Gwen looked at him startled, so he beckoned for her to join him in the corridor.

Henry watched them leave then turned his attention to the one-eared cat. “They’ll be giving that stuff to you next, although they’d have to sew your ear back on or you wouldn’t be able to hear their questions properly.”

He then looked back at the glass pane in the door, saw the ecstatic expression on Gwen and the doctor’s faces. “If you’re like that now, just wait until I show you what I can really do.”

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I’m delighted to be sharing my thoughts on Owen Mullen’s latest novel, Deadly Harm.

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A Story That Will Leave You Gasping For Breath


It’s been five years since Mackenzie Darroch was abducted and held captive in a derelict house.She thought she’d found her way out of the darkness. She was wrong.When she witnesses a car crash and saves the driver’s life, it sets in motion a chain of events that will alter both their futures.The two women get involved in a high profile police case and draw the attention of a ruthless reporter. Gina Calvi is convinced Mackenzie is not what she appears and is prepared to do anything to prove it.

Meanwhile, across the city, Kirsty McBride, a young single mother, is persuaded to leave a violent relationship. Her partner, Malkie Boyle a Glasgow hardman, is due to…

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Human Unfriendly – 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…

Human Unfriendly

Natalie looked under the sofa, Patch’s usual hiding place, but other than dust and a couple of his toys, it was empty.

She was less bothered about the gun lying on the coffee table. She’d not seen it before, it was the longest he’d ever had, but Granddad was often lying strange objects around the house; this one likely to be a new addition to his collection.

One thing he never did though was take Patch for a walk. Letting him out in the garden was as good as it got, and she hoped that was what he’d done but Granddad was not what you would call animal-friendly, or human-friendly. He barely tolerated Natalie.

Natalie’s attention then turned to the running water in the kitchen. Washing hands or washing up? It had been running for too long to be either.

She walked through to the kitchen, expecting to see some sign of life but the only thing moving was the water, so she turned if off and tried the back door. As she thought, it was locked.

Looking around the room there was nothing out of place. Granddad, if nothing else, was fastidiously clean and tidy. She returned to the lounge and called again, waiting for paws or footsteps but the house gave nothing away.

Upstairs was no different; everything in its place. Coming down the stairs, she looked at the coat hooks and Patch’s lead was still there so a miracle hadn’t happened.

She called for them again but knew it was futile.

The gun was the only thing that had changed since she’d left that morning so she went to it, knelt down, and touched it, using the backs of her fingers, she knew better than to leave fingerprints. The gun was warm.

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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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