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Let Us Tell You a Story…Part 20

When you were little, did you ever play that game where you take it in turns with a friend to write a section of a story, until you had a complete tale? Well, the awesome Laura at Tired Mummy of Two has challenged a group of bloggers to do the same and today is my turn! I’m taking the baton from Sandy at Baby Baby, and the full list of blogs involved is below, if you want to read from the beginning.

Sandy’s last sentence was:

Laura’s ears were ringing. Poppy, her dog, was barking and running up and down the hall. Through the din, Laura heard Simon shouting,
 
“Laura, call 999, it’s Jude”.
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Blue lights flashing, words dripping with urgency, head spinning.

On his way out, beating yet another cowardly retreat, Robert had send Jude flying, bashing her head on the corner of the Welsh dresser as her balance failed her. She’d been knocked unconscious, but now that she’d come around, the Doctors were confident that the damage was superficial, a cut to the head and a nasty concussion.

As Laura waited in the corridor of the A&E department, her head was swimming; she felt as though she were the one who’d been knocked unconscious. The events of the past 18 hours danced through her mind and she still couldn’t quite believe everything that had happened.

Robert was alive.

A few years ago, she’d have given anything to have heard those words. Despite the problems with their relationship, she’d have given anything to see him again, have one more conversation, feel his arms around her one more time. But she knew now that she’d been kidding herself. His betrayal ran so much deeper than the adultery that she’d suspected almost as soon as it had started.

A sob rose in her throat.

But she wasn’t sad about the betrayal or even finding out exactly how selfish her Husband had been. It was a sob of relief. She felt vindicated; she’d been right all along about his cheating and what happened that night hadn’t been her fault. It was as though a weight had been lifted, a weight that she’d be carrying since that fateful night. She could finally move on.

The sound of Simon’s footsteps in the corridor brought her out of her thoughts.

“How’s Jude?” she asked

“She’s fine, in the grand scheme of things. It’s a good job we were there or that cowardly bastard would have just left her for dead” Simon almost growled

“You don’t know the half of it, Si” Laura said, with a weary shake of her head.

As she explained the events of the night before and this morning, Simon could barely believe his ears. His emotions ranged from disbelief to anger to sadness for his sister, and right back round full circle to disbelief again.

Suddenly, he glanced at his watch.

“Oh shit, the time! Listen, sis, the doctors want to keep Jude in overnight for observation, to make sure the concussion doesn’t turn into anything nasty. We’ve talked about it and we want you to go on the cruise without us”

“Oh, no, I couldn’t…what about…” she started to protest

“Don’t even try to back out of it, Laura!” Simon said with a smile. “We arranged this all for you. We’ve even booked the best kennels in town for Poppy to stay in while you’re away. If you leave now, you can make it to the airport in time. There’s a taxi outside waiting for you, you just need to go home, grab your stuff and GO!”

“Are you sure?” Laura asked, still unsure about going on a cruise by herself

“Of course we’re sure, “ Simon reassured, “if Jude feels up to it, we can fly to Bermuda next week and catch the ship from there”.

Laura thought for a moment, the events of the day and last night’s alcohol still blocking what felt like certain vital parts of her brain. But she knew one thing.

She could really use a holiday…

So, there you have it! Will Laura make it to the airport on time? What happened to Tony? Will Robert ever get his comeuppance?

Head over to Cass at The Diary of a Frugal Family tomorrow to see what happens next!

Tired Mummy of Two

Sorry Grandad – Lady J’s Fiction Festival

This is my first attempt at a short fiction post for Lady J’s Fiction Fesitval – I’ve chosen the topic “A story/poem based on one of your five senses (or a sixth sense)”. I don’t know where the story came from, it just kind of fell out of me onto the page. I hope you like it.

Isn’t it funny how a smell can remind you of so many things? The smell of creosote drags me back to a time before I was even old enough for school and used to spend time following my Grandad around, in and out of his shed that he meticulously sealed with the pungent, sticky liquid at least twice a year.

I try now to conjour that smell, a desperate attempt to force my mind to think of happier periods of my life, when things weren’t so complicated. It’s no use of course, the smell of fumes, fast food, cheap perfume and my plastic coat overwhelming my senses, blocking my path to reminiscence. If only life was as full of sunshine as it was then.

Grandad.

My hero. His hands smelled of the tomatoes and mint that he grew in his garden. The peas that we’d shell together at the kitchen sink on a Sunday afternoon. He used Old Spice, but it never smelled cloying or tacky on him like it seemed to on everyone else. It smelled rich, mingling with the natural scent of his skin, the combination like nothing my olfactory sense has encountered since.

If only I’d listened to him, I may not be in this mess.

My life couldn’t be farther from the innocence of my time with my Grandad, the organic vegetables and organic parenting methods he employed. But grandparents aren’t around forever. And when they go, all we’re left with are our dreams and our spirit, both if which can let us down if we allow them to lead us to the wrong places.

The big city. The bright lights. The drugs. The people we thought we could trust.

A car slows down, creeps past. A siren sounds in the distance and the driver speeds up. He’s not stupid, he knows the drill.

I bet he’s married.

Eventually someone stops, beckons me over. I get into the car, we talk money, we drive around the corner to the place I always take them. Just enough light from the streetlamps above the industrial shutters on the service entrance to the shops that I feel a false sense of security, but not so much that we can be seen.

He pays me.

He’s wearing Old Spice.

The smell makes the bile rise in my throat.

I wish I had a house, a husband, a shed that smelled of creosote.

It’s over in a flash. As I get out of the car, I mumble something before walking off into the night. He doesn’t hear me, asks me to repeat myself as I slam the door shut. I say it again as I walk away, the same thing I say every time;

“Sorry Grandad”.


Lady J’s Fiction Festival – Week One Link Up

So, here goes, the first official linky for Lady J’s Fiction Festival. I’ll be posting my own attempt at fiction later, be kind to me!

If you’re linking up, don’t forget to go and read all of the other entries and most importantly leave plenty of comment love. From the tweets and facebook comments I’ve had, I’m guessing you’re all as scared as me about putting your fiction out there, so  bit of encouragement for everyone would be great.

Also, don’t forget to add the button to the bottom of your posts so everyone knows where to go to read all of the entries.


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Lady J’s Fiction Festival – Week One

Here’s the first list of topics for you to choose from:

  1. You meet a version of yourself from an alternate universe.
  2. 48 hours since your country was invaded – how are you surviving?
  3. Zombie apocalypse.
  4. Love at first sight.
  5. A story with a twist.
  6. A story/poem based on one of your five senses (or a sixth sense)

1. Once a fortnight, I’ll post a list of topics on my blog. I’ll make them as diverse as I can so you have plenty to choose from.

2. You choose a topic and go away and write a FICTIONAL story about it. Nothing like your usual blog posts. It doesn’t matter if it’s a kids’ story, a Sci-Fi short, a Romantic tale, as long as it’s fiction.

3. Once you’ve written the post, come back here, link your post up and read all of the other offerings, leaving lots of lovely supportive comments.

 There’s a lovely little badge that you can nick and place at the bottom of your post so that all of your regular readers will know that it’s part of a link up and can go and read lots of other posts too.

Now, go and write a post and put it on your blog next Friday and then come back here and link up. Simple!


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Lady J’s Fiction Festival

Last weekend, I saw my best friend (who we’ll call Lady J) for the first time in absolutely ages. Due to her being a bit of a nomad and my fear of being more than half an hour away from home, I kind of let things slip, but it was her birthday and I was determined not to let her down. While we were chatting away, she told me that she was very proud of me for keeping Mum’s the Word going (blush) and how she finds it hard to write in the kind of realistic way that blogging requires. She’s much better at making up stories and tales, which is a skill that I completely and utterly lack.

Husband has often commented that I more or less cut myself and bleed onto the page, that I’m sometimes WAY to open and self-critical but actually for me, writing fiction would be far more personal as I’d be putting my creativity out into the world. So, in an effort towards self-improvement, that’s exactly what I’m going to do! So many bloggers write about their every day lives and judging by the other writing link ups I’ve seen (mainly on US blogs), there’s definitely a lot of you who’d like to branch into fiction but just need a kick up the bum to do so.

In honour of my gorgeous and inspiring BFF, I’m launching Lady J’s Fiction Festival. Here are the rules:

1. Once a fortnight, I’ll post a list of topics on my blog. I’ll make them as diverse as I can so you have plenty to choose from.

2. You choose a topic and go away and write a FICTIONAL story about it. Nothing like your usual blog posts. It doesn’t matter if it’s a kids’ story, a Sci-Fi short, a Romantic tale, as long as it’s fiction.

3. Once you’ve written the post, come back here, link your post up and read all of the other offerings, leaving lots of lovely supportive comments.

I’m aiming to have a list of topics by Friday and we’ll do the first Linky the following Friday. There’s a lovely little badge that you can nick and place at the bottom of your post so that all of your regular readers will know that it’s part of a link up and can go and read lots of other posts too.

Simple! If you have any ideas for topics that you’d like to see in the first week, email me and let me know. Leave a comment below if this is something you’d like to get involved in, or subscribe using the the widget in the sidebar and you’ll get the list of topics as soon as they’re published.


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