Continuing the collaboration between myself and Pranjal. Please follow the links for the earlier instalments. Part OnePart Two
One Night in February
St Valentine. Patron saint of romantic bullshit.
Or greeting cards, take your pick.
He walks down the street with his hands firmly in his pockets, protected from the icy wind funnelling down between the tall buildings that line up like sentries before him. Couples lost in their little worlds walk by arm in arm, scrunched up together for warmth but still smiling in the face of the harsh winter chill. That was us last year he thinks to himself as he hits the button at the pedestrian crossing. The light turns green but he remains motionless. He sees himself, with her, crossing the road, coming towards him. She’s smiling and looking up at him as he leads her across. A bump on the shoulder from a passing stranger brings him back to now. The lights have turned red again so he hits the button and waits.
I’m trying to develop a previous post into a short story. “Disappearing Act” was written a while ago and I’m revisiting the characters and hope to find a good story somewhere. I hadn’t really thought about that post until I stumbled across a Daily Prompt – “Do you believe in magic?”
He was always striving for perfection. To be the best. To live up to his name. The first time he saw it, above the front of the small theatre back home, he became afflicted with self doubt. What if he wasn’t “Great Scott”? What if “Tonight Only” really meant “only tonight because no one else is going to book your lame assed magic show after that performance? ” No, this wasn’t his neighbours kids birthday party anymore. The pressure was really on. Continue reading Great Scott→
Nick was a polar bear. He wasn’t the biggest polar bear around but he was bigger than his brothers and sisters. He liked being the biggest bear in the snow hole, at least until his Mummy came home from hunting.Continue reading Nick the Polar Bear→