#tuesdayuseitinasentence : Glamour shot


 

The Sands of Love.’ Sy pulled on one glove then the other, his fingers resembling over-stuffed sausages, straining against the latex.

‘What was that?’

‘Her first film role. Nineteen fifty three. Blink and you’d miss her.’

Francie looked down at her paperwork. ‘Never seen it.’

‘Not missing much. Gangster B movie. But she had glamour. Stood out, you know?’

Francie scribbled her signature at the bottom of the form before looking up.

Soap scum floated on the bath water, strands of long grey hair looped on the enamel. A crumpled square if tin foil – grubby brown shining at its centre – lay by the taps. One of the officers had found a teaspoon and a lighter in the bottom of the bath wedged under the body. She must have wriggled some as she died.

‘Doesn’t look too glamorous now. Okay, Sy. You can move her.’

 


Written for Stephanie at Word Adventures’ #tuesdayuseitinasentence. See here to join in and to read the other stories.

 

#tuesdayuseitinasentence : Feast or famine

Cornucopia, feast

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When David shared his attentions, it was either feast or famine.

Sharon could go weeks without seeing him, her texts ignored, her calls cut off without an answer. Then one day he would turn up at her flat, the boot of his Mercedes overflowing with bags from Hermes, Gucci, Prada, Tiffany, enough to paper over the cracks his absence had breached.

Then she met Col, who ran his own building firm and could bench press 230 pounds. She began to wonder if it wasn’t time she enjoyed a more balanced diet.

 


Written for Stephanie at Word Adventures’ #tuesdayuseitinasentence. See here to join in and to read the other stories.

#tuesdayuseitinasentence : A prop to occupy my time

Sue has to work hard to occupy her time.

There is the ceiling to look at, its network of bumps and cracks, the hint of stains painted over. The wall opposite is not a viable option because of the painting hanging lopsidedly from the picture rail. It’s a seascape in oils, the brushwork amateurish, the use of cadmium yellow and scarlet lake clashing violently with cerulean blue, the mishmash of poor composition and worse execution making her strangely angry.

Before she would have carried the thing into the garden and taken pleasure in dumping it in the firepit, watching the clotted paint blister in the flames. Now all she can do is look towards the ceiling, finding river valleys in the cracks, lakes in the old stains, painting her own landscapes with wallpaper and damaged plaster.

 


Written for Stephanie at Word Adeventures’ #tuesdayuseitinasentence. Use the word – today it’s OCCUPY – in a sentence or blog post. See here to join in the fun.

The title was inspired by the R.E.M song, The One I Love – one of their finest singles I’d say.

#tuesdayuseitinasentence : The waitress enigma

Tax forms, paperwork

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David enjoyed working in the local cafe, his papers clothing the table, the low buzz of conversation as soothing as the hiss of waves on sand.

He looked down the column of figures, felt the cool paper under his fingertips. There were rhythms to numbers, beautiful patterns – even within the starchy constraints of a tax form – that he was aware other people didn’t see. To him they flickered invitingly, tight budded mysteries that with a little pressure from his fingertips, a little effort of mind, blossomed into elegant solutions.

But through all his visits to the cafe, he never noticed the waitress with the warm smile, how she tried to catch his eye, brushed his hand as she served his coffee.

A mystery he would never solve.

 


Written for Stephanie at Word Adventures’ #tuesdayuseitinasentence. This week the word was TAX. See here to join in and to read the other tales.

 

 

#tuesdayuseitinasentence : If only

Bed sheets, linen

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His gaze fell upon the flower still clinging behind her ear. Its petals were flushed coral, curled back like lips parted in surprise. Her hair tumbled from its clip, curls lapping her neck. A tangle of sheets pillowed her head, exposed a shoulder, an arm thrown behind her, fingers still gripping the fabric even now.

If only she had said yes.

 


Well, that went creepier than I expected!

Written for Stephanie at Word Adventures’ #tuesdayuseitinasentence. Today the word is GAZE. Pop along here and join the fun.

#tuesdayuseitinasentence : Hard and black and heavy

‘It was just an accident. There was no reason.’ He wants to sit down, you can see it in his body language, the uncertain bobbing between standing and the hard backed chair.

It’s ridiculous, of course. There are always reasons. He was rushing home to watch the match on TV; he only had a provisional licence and was driving alone; the road was wet and the brake pads were worn. All small decisions he made that led to this.

There’s a spot of dried blood on his neck from where he’s caught himself shaving and his shirt’s grey from overwashing, crinkled as if it’s just been pulled from the laundry basket.

The sight makes me furious. That he didn’t deem this day important enough to buy a new shirt. That he’s too lazy to iron the old one.

That my son isn’t worth the effort.

Finally he sits. I sense his relief at being out of the spotlight and my anger rises again. So much has centred around him – what he did, what he thought, his excuses – and not around Jamie. As if the loss of our boy is merely a supporting act to the main attraction.

Someone speaks, but I’m not sure who and he’s rising from his seat, being led from the dock. Just for a moment he looks up, looks right at me, quickly looks away.

But not before I’ve seen him, seen his smallness, how his fear has shrunk him, has burrowed inside, hollowing him out until there’s nothing but terror, hard and black and heavy. His shoelace flaps loose, pattering on the floor tiles. He’s so young, so very young.

And I’m crying.

 


Written for Stephanie at Word Adventure’s #tuesdayuseitinasentence. The word today is REASON. Why not pop along here and join in?

#tuesdayuseitinasentence: Winking into darkness

Earth rise - earth from the moon

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There was no one to feel the blast, to bend under the pressure wave or see the glass turn to powder in the window frames, the bricks vapourise beyond dust.

No one was there when the tsunamis hit, dissolving what remained of the houses and factories, the schools and churches, washing the land clean of man.

Everyone from the blue green planet was strapped inside their metal pods, breathing recycled air, drinking recycled water, flying to new worlds burning under new suns.

Some would always yearn for the old life, but all that was left of home now were stories, myths of warm oceans and blue skies. And soon even they vanished like a distant star winking into darkness.

 


Written for Stephanie at Word Adventures’ #tuesdayuseitinasentence – this week the word is BLAST. See here to join in and to read the other stories.