A Raggedy Hound – Chris Heyward
1000 words Feel Good Story
Four years away from retirement and now Bev was about to be made redundant. She knew it was time to rethink her future. Is it too late for her to choose a new path? Sometimes our dreams are closer than we think.
‘We’re letting Beverley go.’ I heard the words as I was poised to knock on the General Manager’s door. ‘Really?’ Another voice now, the Regional Director. ‘It’s the right decision. I’ll be speaking to her and the others first thing Monday.’ Let me go? So, I was to be the first. The expected redundancies had started and I was top of the list. I found myself thinking about what I fancied for supper and whether I’d meet much traffic going home. Anything except that I was about to lose my job.
Blue Freesias – Chris Heyward
2900 words Feel Good Story
Recovering from a broken relationship, Chloe’s chance meeting with a stranger throws her life off balance. As a journalist, she senses a story and intends to find out more about him, unaware of the impact this will have on them both.
Don’t sit by me. Don’t sit by me. She couldn’t believe he was going to sit by her, yet here he was, walking purposefully towards her, a jangle of dreadlocks and beads. Everything he wore was grey, torn, tired. He pulled a small wooden cart piled with stuffed supermarket shopping bags tied all round with string. The wheels complained in rhythm with his languid stride. He was closing in on her.
Little Man – Chris Heyward
2000 words General Fiction
Haunted by the mysterious disappearance of his beloved father, a young man gets through life as best he can. Then the old family home comes back onto the market. What secrets does it hold?
I curled my fingers round the door handle. It was round and smooth and fitted snugly in my palm. It was the last thing my father touched before he left that day to go to the corner shop. He’d looked back over his shoulder to give me that crooked smile. ‘I’ll pick you up a Beano, little man,’ he said. He walked through the door and never came back. That was twenty-five years ago, the day before my twelfth birthday. I still see him in my dreams. Looking back over his shoulder. Turning his head to me. Always turning. Turning.
Thank God It’s Friday – Chris Heyward
770 words General
Carl was bored. His small life was predictable, but Friday was close. Change was coming.
Carl had been living on the block for ten years and had grown tired of its safety. Family and friends were worlds away. He couldn’t work anymore and rarely left his room. Each predictable day slipped easily into the next as the years formed a long, featureless freeway stretching out behind and ahead of him. Memories were the only things he had left.