Shallow Graves – Part 5

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Hi 🙂

I’m just going to leave this here quickly as it is so late, and plan to tussle with the rest of the story tomorrow afternoon after the boys have had their haircuts (or in the early hours when a great idea grips me, whichever comes first!!)

Hope you enjoy it!

 

Dad was waiting for me at the back of the bus stop on Monday morning.  I nearly jumped out of my skin.

“Psssst!” he said, like we were in a novel or something.  I almost didn’t recognise him, on account of the beard.

“Whoa!  Why are you skulking about like some tramp?  You nearly gave me a heart attack!!”

“Watch your mouth!”

“Sorry!” I grumbled “Just wasn’t expecting to see you!”bus stop

“Yeah, well…don’t tell your mother”

“Why not?!  She’s in a state.  Do you know Mona’s missing?”

“What do you mean ‘missing’?”

“You know.  Missing. Gone.  Up and left without saying goodbye…”

“Watch your mouth!”

“Sorry…”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Dad asked, actually looking like it bothered him.

“Em…you’ve been ignoring your phone?”

“Oh.  Well.  I lost it” he said.

“Lost it?!”

“Yeah, lost it!  It happens…”

Why did I have to be so closely related to such a jerk…? 

“Ok…”

Dad looked like he wanted to hit me, so I put some distance between us.  “You alright Dad?  You look awful” he gave me a look glare, and I resisted the urge to duck.  “Well you do.  Just sayin’”

“I’m fine”

“Okaaaay”

“So where is Mona?  Did she say anything?  Is she with a friend?”

“No. Dad, we don’t know where she is.”

“Oh.  Well…”  he looked about, as if someone was about to jump out of the bushes or something.  “Well, let me know if she turns up”

“How?!  Wear a red rose and meet you in a bloody café?!  God, Dad.  Just come home and comfort mum a bit.  Whatever trouble you’re in she’ll help you sort it out…”

“I’ll…I’ll be in touch” he said, and looked around him in that shifty way again.  “Here’s your bus.  Look after your mum.  I love you, son.”

And he hurried away.

I almost fell under the bus wheels in shock.  Since when did Dad succumb to ‘Parental Feeling’?  He must be in the poop up to his eyeballs this time.

 

I didn’t mention Dad’s visit to mum, and apparently we’d gone a whole week now with no word from Mona.  What the hell was going on in our family?!

“Mum…”

“Yes??”  she was savagely peeling potatoes and muttering to herself about the price of vegetables these days.

“Are you…ok?”

She just sighed and looked at the ceiling dramatically.  “Would you STOP asking me that?! What have I to be ‘ok’ about??”

“I’m still here…?”  I tried.

She just threw me a look.

(413 words)

 

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Shallow Graves – Part 4

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Hey there 🙂

As I hinted (!) on my Facebook page, this story is growing away from me.  It is not being entirely faithful to the (secret) plan I set out for myself on Sunday, nor is it likely to stick to the letter of the rules from my new challenge post!

A character has wandered into the story that I didn’t know needed to be there, and I now have a few different ideas whirling around my head about how to end the piece!

This always happens, dammit!  Characters take over, storylines evolve, I get no sleep… The difference here is that I promised someone I would finish this, and people are watching.  I have no time to get scared and shelve the project!  What fun 😉

 

It is a lot harder than one would think to wrestle a book off a determined woman without hurting her.  They don’t teach you that sort of thing in an all boys’ school.  Fiona had relented eventually, however, and we’d moved on to something stronger than tea to settle our nerves a bit.  She was still glaring at me, though.

“So your name’s not Paul?  You’re sure?” she said

I took out my driving licence and tossed it at her.

“I’m sure”

At least she had the decency to go red, but no apology followed.woman looking over glasses

“So, this Paul,” I said, to try and stop her coming up with more suspicious outbursts; “he helped her move in, too?”

“What…?”

“You said…”

“Oh yeah… No, he met her shopping and then followed her home a few days later”

“Oh…”

“Said he lived ‘round here”

“Oh.  So you thought…”

“Well, you identified her body!”

“It was me who reported her missing”

“Oh.”  She played with the tassel on my couch cushion.

“Yeah.”  I sighed.

“Isn’t it supposed to be family that does that?”

“They couldn’t find you, and they wanted to know who she was quickly, or something, and I volunteered… I’m sorry.”

“I move around a lot.  We weren’t close.  Do you mind if I smoke?”

“Yes.”  I frowned.

“Outside?”

“I’d like to get on, actually.  I have papers to mark”

“You’re a teacher?”

“Lecturer”

“Oh.  Well.  I’m sorry I bothered you.”

 

Tries to knock me out with part of my own library and calls it ‘bothering’ me!  Maybe Hailey was the smarter one, after all…

 

(264 words)

 

Loose ends…so many loose ends…

 

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Shallow Graves – Part 3

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Hi!!

 

Part 1 is here

Part 2 is here

And on to the third instalment…

 

Fiona wasn’t as good-looking as her sister, but she was definitely the clever one.  It wasn’t just the glasses and the less confident manner.  I just got the impression she was taking everything in.  Sizing my life up.  I tried not to act nervous.

“So…you’ve been in Hailey’s house, then?  Did they leave a mess in there?  Hailey always liked everything so clean.”

“Yes, she did.  Never understood why.  We weren’t brought up like that” Fiona tried for a smile, but she still couldn’t look at me for long.  “Did you know her well?”

“I met her when she moved in about 5 years ago.  Her removal men were being rough with her ‘sound system’.  I went over to see if I could help.”

“That’s not how she told it” Fiona suddenly looked at me, and I didn’t like what that look said…

“Pardon?!”books on a table

“You were harassing her, weren’t you?”

“No!”

“Yes you were, she told me! Gifts and offers of nights out and…”

“Fiona! Calm down!”

“You killed her!”

“WHAT?!”

“You KILLED her!  And I have proof, you bastard.  I found your tie in her room!”

“Eh?!”

“Yes, your tie.  You STRANGLED her, didn’t you?” She suddenly grabbed a coffee table book on art, and waved it above her head like a mad woman.

“No I did NOT!  Fiona, you need to sit down! Jesus woman!  You’re going to bloody…PUT THE BOOK DOWN!!!”

(234 words)

 

‘Til tomorrow, dear friends…

 

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Shallow Graves – Part 2

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Hiya 🙂

 

I’ve written the next 20 minute bit of my rolling story!  (if you missed Part 1, you’ll find it here). 

Hope you enjoy it!

 

Fashion she calls it.  It’s just an excuse to be a real poser, get her cronies to take lots of shots of her with their posh camera – and for her to get out of eating mum’s crappy dinners.

“Jack!”

“Yeah…?”

“Come down here, I want to ask you something!”

“Okaaaay…!”  Mum has not got off my case since Mona went missing.  She’s doing my head in. “What?!”

“Are these yours…??” she’s holding up Mona’s cigarettes.

“No!  They’re Moaner’s!”closeup of a denim jacket

“Stop calling her that, Jack! And you know she doesn’t smoke.  Why are you being such a little shit about all of this?”

“She does! ‘Appetite suppressant’, she says.  C’mon, do I look like someone who’d smoke bloody menthols?!”

Mum sighed and sat down on the bottom step.  “What the hell would I know; I’m only your mother.”  To my surprise, she took out a fag and lit up.  Right there in the hall.  I’ve never seen her smoke before.  “I suppose you’d not use this poncy lighter, anyway…”

“Where’d you find them?”

“In your denim jacket!”

“She’s such a bitch! Why’d she do that?!  Dad would murder me if he’d seen them!”  Mum blew a smoke ring, like some bloody professional, followed by another sigh.  “You ok, Mum?”

She snorted. “Do I look it?”

I made her budge up a bit, and put my arm around her “Have you heard from Dad?”

“No,” a tear rolled down her cheek “the tosser.  When are you leaving?”

“Eh…?”

“Well…it’s a pact, isn’t it?  I’m just wondering, so I don’t get too many messages in tomorrow.  Wouldn’t want to waste money, or anything.”

“I’m staying put” I said “unless you keep nagging me so much: then I’ll move to Gran’s.  They’ll turn up, Mum.  They always do.”

She snorted again, “Yeah… Do you want that stew or will I just call the Chinese again?”

 

Guess which one I went for…?

 

(316 words)

 

I think I have a tense out of place, but I get to edit on Saturday…

Catch you tomorrow 😉

 

P.S. messages = groceries and errands 😉

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Shallow Graves – Part 1

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Hello!

I posted up my new Facebook Fiction challenge at the weekend (here) and spent a bit of time last night planning where I would go with a title of “Shallow Graves” and a theme of ‘Revenge’ – both suggested by Jennifer (who is a writer herself, check out her blog here.  I love her work!)

Coincidentally, I was tapping around YouTube on Saturday morning, and found this channel while searching for documentaries about female authors I admire.  How did I miss that the BBC had made a series from Kate Atkinson’s Jackson Brodie novels?!  I have watched six episodes to date, so feel somewhat primed to tackle an extended story in this vein 😉

Below is my first 20 minute instalment:

 

She still looked beautiful, even on a cold slab.  I nodded to the guy and signed the form.  He looked almost disappointed that I hadn’t had to use the bucket he’d indicated.  I’ve always had a strong stomach, however.

Her house looked sad as I pulled into my driveway.  None of those naff tacky fairy lights on, the curtains uncharacteristically closed.  She’d liked living in a goldfish bowl.  Ironic, seeing the way she died.  I wondered what mess the police had made of her IKEA furniture with their fingerprint powder; whether those stupidly ludicrously pristine and springy carpets had boot marks on them now.  Had they all worn those blue protective plastic things?  I’m sure some of the big-wigs tramped in without them.  Well.  You get off with things when you’re battle scarred, I suppose.

******************

I kind of miss her.  Yeah, she’s a pain in the arse and I don’t like being slagged off every day, but it’s too quiet without her.  I even miss that stupid perfume she wears.

I wish her bimbo friends would just tell mum where she’s gone!  She must have told one of them at least.  They were never off the bloody phone, and she never left it here, so she must have been in touch with them?

It’s probably all some stupid thing they thought of to get publicity for her blog, or something…

(226 words)

 

I’ll be back tomorrow with Part 2! 😛

 

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Lost And Found In Unexpected Places

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Hi 🙂

Jane emailed me earlier in the week, but I didn’t read it until this evening as I suspected it contained a prompt!

Sure enough:

 

Title: Lost And Found In Unexpected Places

First line:  “I’m afraid I’ve mislaid the baby” said Roger.

Form: Story

 

I love a bit of dialogue, me…

 

“I’m afraid I’ve mislaid the baby” said Roger.

“Again?!”

“Yes.  Can you help me look…?”

I threw my magazine down dramatically, startling the cat.  “Okaaaaay…”

newborn picture

My first port of call was the swing seat in next door’s garden.  (Roger has this arrangement where he’s allowed to roam their grounds while they’re at work).  Not there.

I could hear Roger systematically ransacking the downstairs cupboards upon my return to the house, so I headed upstairs and turned our bedroom upside down instead.  I found the kite Roger had been reminiscing about last week (under the bed) and a pot of jam that had ‘wandered’ from the refrigerator; inexplicably teetering on the edge of the small bath in our en suite.

“Any luck?” Roger panted from the top of the stairs, as I made a futile attempt to locate the lid of the blackcurrant.

“No!” I said “Roger, you are an absolute pillock, really.  I thought you promised you’d take better care…”

“I did!  I put the neon yellow on her, like you suggested, so she’d be easier to spot!”

“You aren’t supposed to lose her though, Roger.  That’s my point.” I sighed.

“I know, but I just get caught up.  I have so many thoughts and deadlines and…”

“I know, I know,” I patted his arm because he was pinching the bridge of his nose again.  “How about we go and have a cup of tea, and maybe you’ll remember where you put her.”

“Yes, ok.” Roger smiled at me “I’ve written over 2000 words today, you know!”

“Wow! That’s impressive, I can’t wait to hear where you’ve taken her!”

 

We were half way through a game of chess when he suddenly remembered.

“She’s in the car, Margaret!  I left her on the passenger seat!”

He ran out, keys in hand, eager to have his manuscript in his hands possession once more.

 

I really enjoyed writing this one 😉 thanks for the inspiration, Jane!!

I have been thinking about a new challenge to set myself on the Facebook page.  I want to eventually get back into writing my novel, so I hope to keep building my muscles for penning longer pieces (302 words today!).  I shall try to have a new Facebook Collaboration post up tonight…

 

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The Broken

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Hello!

 

The lovely Sandy was back in control today, with these inspirations –

 

Title: The broken

Prompt: Her mind was shattered

Form: Story

 

Here is what I wrote:

A row of dead winged bodies lined the back of the sink.  There was even one still buzzing weakly in some cold coffee dregs.

Waiter, what’s this fly doing in my soup?!

It looks like the backstroke, sir…mental health word grid

The bottle lay on the counter top, glowing.  Later, the nurse would ask why the goop inside smelled so vile and had to be quite as bright an orange.  Right now, the headache was all she knew, and all that mattered –

“What’s the matter, hen?”

A non-committal reply as she broke the seal.

“You no’ feelin’ right?  You look a bit peaky, right enough.  There’s a bug goin’ about.  My niece had it, sick for three days straight, ended up in hospital on a drip…”

The little measuring cup had a line that she needed to fill it to.  She did so.

Her colleague left.

She downed the liquid.  It tasted of synthetic oranges.  The mirror at the coatrack confirmed she was pale.

She could hear her boss in the next room, ranting about something as usual.  He had ignored her all day: an ominous spectre at the shoe exchange, a dark presence on the bowling lanes.  Watching.

She filled the cup three more times.

Back to the washed-out face by the coats.  Maybe she could just leave…?

“You’ve left a bit of your medicine, hen”

“Oh. Thanks.” She downed the last vile drop, and grimaced.

“No’ nice, eh?”

“Nah.”

Within twenty minutes she was laughing at her huge pupils in another mirror, her worried family on their way.  The nurse screamed at her for a further twenty minutes when she got to the hospital.

They all marvelled at how well she could talk with a tube down her throat.

 

There is no direct reference to ‘her’ mind being shattered, but I feel our main character here is suffering some mental distress…! 

Another good word tally (289) which I am happy about 🙂 thanks again for all your prompts Sandy, sorry the ‘old’ joints got in my way and stopped me working on this sooner! 

I’m really hoping this is the beginning of the end of my discomfort as I cleaned most of the kitchen, put away two baskets of dry washing and even did a bit of vacuuming today. The house ‘sorely’ needed it, believe me!! I am suffering a bit for this push (!) but at least the laptop on my legs is not sparking the rashes it was on Monday…

I will try and write more new material tomorrow 🙂

 

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Happy Birthday

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I wrote this earlier, and thought I may as well put it up here. For once there are no prompted words used…

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Run Wild

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Hi 🙂

I think I strayed a little from Michelle’s brief, but I quite like what came of my dabbling!

Michelle gave me the title of this post, and asked that I wrote a poem about “an ivory poacher having a change of heart”.

Technically, I wrote about a rich white guy in about the 1800s who usually pays for people to get him the ivory in order to make money from it, but goes along for the hunt this time…an act that was not illegal or particularly frowned upon until the 1970s and 80s.  So not a poacher, unless you use the more general term of “any encroachment on another’s property, rights, ideas, or the like”.

I would say killing an Elephant for its tusks violates its rights…

 

Run Wild

 

A rivalry

For ivory

Is pointless, ‘far as I can see;

Barbarically

We wait ‘neath trees

With guns to fell what should be free.

 

elephant close up

What paltry sums

To lift said guns;

At once to murderers become!

Orphan the young –

Once deed is done

Let noble carcass rot in sun…

 

My education came to naught

If empathy was seldom taught!

 

Once witnessed, ne’er be forgot:

That worth of life cannot be bought.

 

The words just flowed out in this rather pompous style for the first verse (they often do when I try to rhyme) and I just went with it,  knowing that people today don’t write like this!  As hubby pointed out, however, there are still those with too much money who think it is good sport to kill large animals, so the above is topical even if not exactly on task 😉

Sorry Michelle, your recent specs have made me think, but also kinda cheat!!! Thanks muchly for all you send my way, however *grins*.

 

I shall try and dream up a new sticky post this evening, to keep writing material that you lovely readers want to see on here (or at least approximations of it…haha).

 

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At Rainbow’s End

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Hi there 🙂

Apologies to all!  Two days without writing!!  Eeeek!!!

As I put on my Facebook page, I was feeling pretty yuck all day Friday and I decided to abandon hopes of writing anything coherent.  I did mean to hop back on here yesterday (Saturday) with two new pieces instead, written in the evening when everything got a bit quieter and my sludgy thoughts would have a chance to maybe band together.  Unfortunately my kids are very good at giving cuddles and Hubby thought I really needed the rest and didn’t wake me when I fell asleep around 8.30pm…

So here I am about 6 hours later, typing you a poem I wrote when I woke up!

Alana, one of my lovely longstanding ‘Comfy’ readers, is not on Facebook but text me:

 

“What about a poem about, say, a young single mum wondering what’s in the actual pot at the end of the rainbow?”

 

Interesting…

 

My prince will come…

But he’ll be dumb.

(Cos that’s the usual rule of thumb)

 

No beans for me

Or Hatter’s tea

(Or Granny, dressed as a fairy)

rainbow with couple

Wildlife or elves?!

Housework myself

(Work like Cinders, for no wealth)

 

My ‘chosen’ child

Ain’t meek, or mild.

(No prophesy for us got filed)

 

My special quests?

To get her dressed.

(In healthy food, keep her impressed…)

 

At rainbow end

I’d like a friend:

Someone on which I could depend.

 

I wonder what

Is in that pot

(Some leftovers?  Encrusted grot?)

 

To me pure gold

Is rather cold

For some adventurer so bold…

 

I am not sure the last three verses are in the correct order, but I ran out of time.  The rhymes were eluding me a bit 😉 hopefully you get what points etc I was going for, anyway?

Ok, I’d better hop off and get back to bed.  My joints are hurting and I am not sitting in Eldest’s padded swivel chair over my laptop (cos it’s after 2.30am) but hunched in Hubby’s wooden one at the PC. 

I’m restless, but definitely NOT comfy, hahahahaha!

I will try and whip up at least one more creative offering before the day’s over.  Sorry again for seeming to disappear before – I’m still alive and I love you all really!!

 

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