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Posts from the ‘Short Stories’ Category

16
Sep

Sauce

By James Gray – Based on a true story

Timmy’s dream was broken by a hissing noise and he awoke with an urgency, trying to remember if he’d switched off the TV set before coming to bed. His eyes were stinging and yet he suddenly felt wide awake as he stared upward. A full Technicolor image of his father appeared to be projected onto the ceiling, though the silhouettes of the hotel room’s fixtures and fittings still hung in the dark around him.

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21
Jul

Turning Point

By James Gray

Max Harris removed a black leather glove and punched in the access code that triggered double doors of glass and brushed-steel to swing as wide open as a fake smile. He leaned his head forward and shook the collar of his trench coat with his gloved hand, anticipating and then cursing the pain in his neck and shoulders as he did so, and crossed the point of no return. He had just enough time to swing round and shoo off an imaginary flock of birds with his umbrella before the doors closed, shutting the world out and Max in. Welcome to my parlour, he thought.

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10
May

Rosalind

By James Gray

Rosalind punched her arms out to either side as wide as she could, clenching her fists and stretching hard. With one hand she felt the warmth of the morning sun which shone through the shutters, creating tiger stripes on the duvet. With her other hand she patted the bed next to her until a sudden trill told her she had found what she was looking for. Agatha arched her back, a furry white circular saw blade visible above the soft peaks of the quilt, meowed and thudded to the floor, no doubt heading in search of breakfast. Rosalind slipped into her mules and, wrapping her dressing gown around her, followed Agatha’s heavy steps downstairs.

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13
Apr

Mr. Rox

By James Gray

Blatting down the motorway that sickeningly hot August Saturday, I hadn’t noticed how heavy my right foot had become until I saw the tail lights of the car in front getting closer and closer, faster and faster. Brake! Now just inches from the four-by-four in front and with months of detritus flung into the rear footwells – huh, that’s the back seat tidied up – I reckoned I’d just about got away with my deftly executed emergency stop without attracting too much attention. I stole a glance in the rear view mirror, saw the thick swirling tyre smoke and waited for the smell of burning rubber to subside.

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13
Apr

Goodnight Vienna

By James Gray

They were sitting together on one of the oversized sofas in the poky hotel lobby the first time Jake saw them. He knew instantly it was them, just from the cursory glimpse he ventured as he passed through the revolving doors and made his way to the reception desk. Jake decided to double-check with the concierge first, however; no point working himself up and introducing himself to two complete strangers as their brother. Although that’s exactly what they were – strangers.

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