A Short Walk: Part Fourteen

This is the fourteenth part of a fiction serial, in 757 words.

Graham worked hard alongside Joe to get the four cars finished for the Huttons. He looked completely exhausted by the time all four were ready, and as he sat in the old chair to ring George Hutton, Joe went off to make him a cup of tea using the workshop kettle. When he got back with the tea, Graham’s breathing was wheezy, but he seemed happy.

“They can’t get hold of the car transporter this week, so they are coming in numbers to drive the four cars away. With any luck we will get the whole family here, as well as a couple of goons. If I get all three Huttons here at the same time, I’m going to put my plan into operation. So not a word from you to Anna, as we both know she would only try to talk me out of it. Don’t worry that I’ve had no time to show you how to use the guns, I decided to keep you out of it. When they come, you stay in the house. Once it is all over I will give you time to get packed up and phone Anna to do the same. Then you can take her away before I ring the cops”.

Joe agreed to say nothing, but had some concerns.

“The police will charge you with murder, Graham. Self-defence won’t work if the Huttons are not carrying guns. Is that something you expect them to be doing?” Graham shook his head.

“No, they don’t use guns, at least they never have around me. It doesn’t matter anyway, I won’t be pleading self-defence. I will admit to killing them following years of intimidation and threats, and say I had just had enough of that. By the time I get to court I will be at death’s door, so I have absolutely nothing to lose by admitting it. The most prison I will see is when I am held on remand awaiting trial, and that will have to be on the hospital wing. By the time I am due in court to face trial, I am either going to be dead, or in a hospice”.

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On her third date with Shaun, Sarah had already started to have doubts. He had stayed at her house the second time, and was expecting to stay again tonight, she realised that. The sex had been pretty good, but they had little else in common, and nothing to talk about in between sessions.

Though Shaun raved about his supposedly wonderful daughter, he told Sarah he would not be introducing her to the girl until they had something solid, after a few months.

He had also said that he didn’t like the way she talked about Paula, her own daughter. He said that if she was bratty and spolied, then that was bad parenting, and not Paula’s fault. That didn’t sit well with Sarah, but she let it go at the time.

But she decided not to deprive herself of the sex on offer, and after three large glasses of wine at a nice Indian restaurant, she invited him back to her house again.

He had to get up early for work the next morning, and at first she thought his edgy mood was because he didn’t want to leave. But it soon became clear that he had sensed her reservations, and he started an argument with her when she was still naked, and half asleep.

Most of it was about how she treated Paula, and how he was not going to let her see his daughter because of that. It got out of control, and Sarah ended up standing naked on the landing outside her bedroom. She was screaming at him to leave her house, and telling him that they were over, and she was never going to see him again.

If she had expected him to just go, she was very wrong.

In a complete rage, he carried on screaming abuse at her for five minutes.

Deciding to get away from him, she pushed past him at the top of the stairs. She had not expected him to hit her so hard.

The stairs were trendy, with no carpet on them and open treads. Sarah fell down all of them, unprepared to protect herself, and halfway down she broke her neck.

Realising he could never just walk away and ignore what he had done, a tearful Shaun went and got his phone and rang for an ambulance.

They sent the police, along with the ambulance.

Information And Advice For Authors

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Postal Robbery

I wanted to send my cousin a birthday card this week, so I had to buy some postage stamps. Just four First Class stamps cost me £7.20 ($9.65) from the now-privatised (since 2013) Royal Mail. That’s £1.80 ($2.41) to send one card or regular size letter. Larger cards or letters cost more.

Is it any wonder that people no longer send so many letters and cards?

A Short Walk: Part Thirteen

This is the thirteenth part of a fiction serial, in 753 words.

Having decided that Joe wasn’t coming back, and considering the possibility that he might have run off with another woman, Sarah O’Connor wasted no time downloading a dating app onto her phone. She had expected Paula to come home with her tail between her legs after a couple of days, or Zoe’s mum to throw her out.

But after five days, she hadn’t heard anything from her. And in no mood to contact her, Sarah decided to look after herself for a change.

She used a selfie taken wearing a smart black cocktail dress and with plenty of make -up, and a year-old one of her lying on a lounger in the garden wearing a full swimming costume. Her requirements stated a fit male aged forty to fifty, with a full time job and his own accommodation and car.

The results were immediate, and numerous.

The first date was six days after Joe left, meeting a man named Gary in a hotel bar. She took a taxi there, and when Gary told her in the first two minutes that he had already booked a double room, she took another taxi home without even stopping for the drink he had ordered. The second date a week later was with a guy named Shaun, two years younger than her.

He worked as a telephone engineer, and shared a rented flat with a friend from work. He was divorced with a twelve year-old daughter who he saw every other weekend, tall, and very nice-looking with a neatly trimmed beard.

She allowed a brief kiss as they left the restaurant for her to get into a taxi, and agreed to a second date three nights later. That time, he picked her up in his car and drove them into town to a nice trendy burger place. He didn’t ask a lot of questions, and she told him that she was separated.

It would have seemed strange to her to explain that she had no real idea why her husband had just walked out without a word.

After two large glasses of wine, she threw caution to the winds and asked him back to her place. He didn’t hesitate to say yes to that.

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Joe had expected to feel awkward after the night of love-making on the sofa, and thought Anna might feel the same. But that didn’t happen, and the next morning it all felt very natural.

They had to get started early on the cars for the Huttons, and Graham had a twinkle in his eye as they began working.

“I take it the dinner date went well then? I can see the change in my Anna straight away, and I’m reminding you of your promise to be respectful to her, and treat her right”. Joe felt the heat of his face blushing.

“You can count on me, Graham. I won’t let her down”.

There was definitely something different about Anna when she got home from work that evening. When they went into the house for dinner, she was singing softly to herself, and sipping from a glass of wine as she served up the food. While they were eating, Graham was more talkative than ever.

“Anna, I’ve been thinking. I don’t reckon you and Joe should stay on here when I’m gone. Why don’t you move away, have a fresh start together somewhere else? You know where the money is hidden, and it’s all yours. Then you can get a local agent to sell the place, and keep whatever it fetches. Joe here has promised me to look after you, and I reckon I know enough about people to say that you can rely on him. He can get a job in the car trade, and you can work anywhere with your nursing qualifications. It would make me rest easy to know you were happy. What do you say?”

She looked emotional, but held it together. Before replying, she looked across at Joe, and he just nodded his agreement to what Graham had said. Anna poured herself a second glass of wine, and her face relaxed.

“Dad, you know I don’t want to lose you, but we are both sensible enough to know that’s out of our control. So if Joe is in agreement, I am happy to do exactly what you suggest. But not before we have to, and only then”.

Graham surprised them by standing up and heading to the cabinet in the corner.

“Then let’s all have a real drink to celebrate!”

Reds And Greens

My good friend Antony has been out taking photos close to where he lives in West London.

In nice weather, the result was some eye-catching reds and greens that take me back to London, my home city.

Unintentional Red & Green Day