Denise Covey · Flash Fiction · New Beginnings · Write ... Edit ... Publish

To ‘my little one’ … – A Write … Edit … Publish post

This is my contribution to this months edition of Write … Edit … Publish.

For more information on this monthly challenge check out Write…Edit…Publish tab at the top of the page, where you can find out more about the host and how to get involved.

This month’s theme for the blog hop is:

I wanted to do something a bit different for this month’s theme and tried having a go at a little poetry, however I think I need to hone these skills a little more before unleashing any on the world.

Instead, I’m posting a letter that I’ve written to ‘my little one’, who will be emerging into the world in the next few months. This idea came to me as I was waiting for my five year old to come out of school, and just seemed fitting for the theme of New Beginnings. I hope you like it …

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You’re so small at the moment; I can barely feel you moving around. I know you’re in there though, there have been plenty of signs to let me know, and most of them uncomfortable. Don’t worry, I won’t hold it against you, once you’re here and in my arms I know it’ll all have been worth it.

We’re already halfway there my little one, but it still seems like some kind of dream that you even exist. I wonder, do you know what’s going on in there? Can you hear me yet?

I wonder what you’ll make of this big wide world when you’re here. It’s a scary place to be, but you don’t need to worry. I’ll be here for you every step of the way.

I can’t wait to see what kind of person you’ll turn into, how much of me will come through and how much of your daddy. I wonder what you’ll want to do with your life; will it be creative or sporty? Will you be more technical and logical?

Whatever you decide it’s your life to lead and you can choose whatever path you want to follow. We will be here to guide you as much as we can, to offer advice and assistance, you will never be on your own while I am here.

There will be lots of things for us to share together as you grow up, and most of the times will be joyous, filled with laughter, fun and merriment. Some of the times will be tough, with unwelcome heartache and pain. But, whether the times are good or whether they are bad, they will be filled with love and we’ll all have each other to see us through.

So, don’t you worry in there, I’ll keep you safe and warm so you can concentrate on growing healthy and strong. Don’t grow too big though, remember I still need to get you out 🙂

If you make it easier for me, I’ll make it as easy as I can for you too. After all, it’s just you and me kid, working together. Let’s make our start as a good team.

It won’t be long my little one; I look forward to meeting you soon!

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Denise Covey · Flash Fiction · Vacation · Write ... Edit ... Publish

The Last Journey – A Write … Edit … Publish post

This is my contribution to this months edition of Write … Edit … Publish.

For more information on this monthly challenge check out the tab at the top of the page, where you can find out more about the host and how to get involved.

My story for this months theme of ‘Moving On’ is called …

The Last Journey

Glancing at his watch, Jerry ran as fast he could towards the platform. Why did he have to cut it so fine? He’d been pushing it every day now, leaving off a couple of minutes later and still managing to catch the train before it left. Today though, it seemed as though hs luck had almost run out. Hefting his pack over his shoulder once more, ignoring the painful protest from his muscles, he practically charged through the barriers.

He wasn’t alone either, about twenty others were all trying to get on to the packed train before it left. Making his way through the crowd, the pain that he’d been feeling in in his chest decided that now was the time to make itself known. It felt like a fire erupting within him and he doubled over, knocking into the people standing nearest to him. He knew he couldn’t miss this train though and his determination got the better of him. He raised himself up and battled through the pain, pushing himself to get through the worst of it so that he made it on board in time.

He didn’t have any trouble finding a seat, although he was sure it had been nearly full from the outside. Through the window he saw the crowd, many crouching over something on the ground and others shouting. None of them were concerned that their train was departing.

He sighed with relief and slumped into his seat. The comfort of the railway wasn’t always the most inviting, but today he didn’t care. The cushioning of the seats were welcome after a whole day sat on plastic high school chairs, and he sank further down, letting his head fall back against the seat and his mind drift. He was just about to close his eyes for a doze when he saw a figure a few seats in front. There wasn’t much to be seen from where he was, except for a bald head visible over the top of the seats. Jerry didn’t dwell on the person too much and just slid down into his seat for a rest.

When he awoke he had no idea just how long he’d been out, and began to worry that he’d missed his stop when he realised he didn’t recognise any of the landscape beyond the window. The sky had darkened and the area next to the track was thick with trees.

The lights on the train were subdued and glancing around there was no-one else on board apart from the same bald man from the station.

‘You’re awake.’ The deep voice resonated through the carriage, surrounding him from all corners. Rising in confusion, Jerry could only assume it was from his companion.

‘Hello?’ he ventured, trying but failing to keep his nerves in check.

‘You’re awake. We are nearly there.’

‘There? Ely?’

‘No. At the end.’

‘The end? I don’t understand.’

‘The end of your life.’

The beads of sweat now stood out on Jerry’s forehead, panic beginning to overwhelm him. ‘The end …’

At the train station two paramedics lifted the body into the ambulance. They took their time, being careful, being respectful. No amount of rushing on their part would help now.

‘Such a shame,’ the paramedic was saying, ‘just collapsed right on the platform, heart attack.

Word count: 553

A critique of this story would be most appreciated, as would a critique partner who reads and writes science fiction and fantasy, as well as a little bit of horror.

Denise Covey · Flash Fiction · Vacation · Write ... Edit ... Publish

Mary’s Boy – A Write … Edit … Publish post

This is my contribution to the inaugural edition of Write … Edit … Publish.

For more information on this monthly challenge check out the tab at the top of the page, where you can find out more about the host and how to get involved.

My story for this months theme of Vacation is called …

Mary’s Boy

‘Shhh, I’m trying to listen,’ said Ben, concentrating.

‘I’m trying, but I can’t get comfortable,’ whined Simon, shuffling in his sleeping bag. ‘Everywhere I lie there’s something in my back.’

‘Shhh!’ Ben insisted. ‘I’m sure they’re in there now, I heard the zip go.’

Simon held his breath, not wanting to give away any sound. All he could hear was the breeze against the trees, and the pull of the guy rope.

‘Can’t you hear them?’ whispered Ben.

Simon strained his ears and found he could make out voices. ‘I can just about hear,’ he replied. Sitting up he shifted over to his brother, and they both sat as close to the tent wall as they could to listen.

‘Have you enough there?’ came the woman’s voice.

‘Yes, thank you mother.’

‘Mother?’ asked Simon, ‘I thought she was on her own.’

‘She is,’ confirmed Ben, ‘but every night I’ve heard two voices coming from that tent.’

‘What? You mean she’s leaving him alone in there all day?’

‘Must be,’ nodded Ben.

As they sat listening, the two voices were drowned out as their parents returned chattering and laughing. There was no hope of hearing anything more after that so the boys gave up their eavesdropping and laid down for sleep.

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The next morning it was Simon’s turn to fetch the milk from the little site shop. Barely awake he hadn’t registered the two grownups talking by the till until he was standing behind them waiting to pay.

‘So, Mary’s back again this year?’ said the lady with the newspaper in her hand.

‘She’s been coming every year since the accident,’ replied the shopkeeper.

‘I don’t know if I could face it myself,’ said the lady, ‘too many memories.’

‘Her husband refuses, so she just comes on her own.’

‘Excuse me,’ interrupted Simon, ‘are you talking about the lady in the red tent? I think she’s here with her son.’

The two looked at him kindly. ‘That can’t be Mary, dear,’ said the lady, ‘her son left this world six years ago.’

‘Yes,’ said the shopkeeper, ‘a boating accident out on the lake.’

‘Oh,’ was all Simon could manage. He left his money on the counter and headed back, looking at the red tent warily as he approached. As he got closer the zip came undone and Mary stepped out.

‘Good morning,’ she said, smiling at him. ‘What a beautiful day.’

‘Yes, it is,’ he replied, as politely as he could. As she pushed the tent flap open he caught a glimpse inside, and saw only a single sleeping bag on one side and a rucksack on the other.

He quickened his pace as he tried to process what he’d heard in the shop.

‘But he can’t be dead,’ Ben was saying, ‘we heard him. He’s been with her every night.’

‘All I know is what the man in the shop said,’ insisted Simon, ‘and I only saw one sleeping bag.’

‘Hmmm, some thing’s going on here. We need to find out where she’s going. She always starts talking when she comes back from her walk and the suns gone down. What can she be doing on her own at night?’

‘I don’t know,’ said Simon, worrying that one of Ben’s schemes was about to engulf them. ‘Maybe she’s just taking a walk.’

‘Every night?’

Simon had no answer for that and knew Ben had already concocted his plan. All he could do now was go along with it.

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‘Sorted,’ said Ben, returning to the tent. ‘I’ve told mum you’re sick and that I’ll look after you while they enjoy themselves.’

It wasn’t a complete lie, at least, thought Simon. He did feel a little sick at the thought of running off into the woods.

‘Quick,’ said Ben, excitedly, ‘there she goes.’

They let her get a good distance ahead before following. She led them through the woods on the outskirts of the camp, and eventually came out on the edge of a large lake that shimmered under the moonlight.

The boys remained behind the trees as they watched her go to the waters edge. She ambled up and down by the shore for a while, the moonlight high in the night sky casting long shadows around them.

Finding a spot, Mary crouched down and extended her fingers into the water, dipping them in and out as though looking for something underneath. Finally she stopped searching and pushed her hand further into the water and then stayed still for so long they didn’t know whether or not to be concerned. Her lips began moving as she muttered to herself, getting faster and more frantic.

Suddenly she stopped and in one fluid motion she stood up. Holding onto her hand and emerging from the water they saw an arm appear along with her own hand. It carried on until a shoulder appeared, alongside a chest and drooping head.

She walked from the water until what they saw was the figure of a small child, dripping from head to foot. She was turning with him towards the trees to head back, but the boys had already bolted by the time she’d passed their hiding place.

Word count: 863

A detailed critique of this story would be most appreciated, as would a critique partner who reads and writes science fiction and fantasy, as well as a little bit of horror.