A friend pointed me at an anthology being put together of 42-word stories and suggested I give it a go.
And somehow that would make everything alright, like the rain.
Last Night by D.I. Jolly “Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate’s life for meeee.” “I can’t believe you still sing that silly song. You’ve been doing that since the day you arrived here.” Henry smiled at his friend. “Yeah I know, but I’m leaving in the morning so now’s an even more perfect time to…
“I know, I know, it’s all very surprising, and Bob really is that sweet guy who’s kind… and boring and harmless. I’ll miss him too. But sadly, he didn’t survive this hostage situation, but it’s ok, life goes on.”
The first few months floated by in a drug-addled haze as they worked to find the ‘correct balance’ of medication. Eventually reaching a point where they felt they’d achieved what they set out to achieve and that therapy could now begin.
“Yeah, I dreamt that a demon leapt onto my bed out of the shadows, held me down and ran his nail over forehead while screaming that, if I wouldn’t choose to see the truth he’d pry open my third eye and force me.”
“Thank you so much for coming, I’m sorry I had to keep you waiting, but no matter what is going on in a school there is always something else happening. Please take a seat.”
Chips By D.I. Jolly A Jamie Tylor Story I looked down at the expanding red mess on the floor and fought hard not to vomit. It had been less than half an hour since the call came in of a possible domestic disturbance, but by the time I arrived all that was left was some…
“You say that like it’s not what I’m trying to do, but it’s cold, raining, my cigarettes are wet and I swear to god I’ve seen three cop cars drive past.”
“Patience, patience, all in good time I assure you. But for now, try breathing through your nose otherwise you might burn your vocal cords.”