A very short – based on a true – story.
The two girls linked arms as they walked. They weren’t dressed for the weather, which was icy drizzle, choosing instead to wear short skirts and T-shirts. They laughed as they chatted about the latest beau on their hit list, seemingly oblivious to the inclement cold.
I was walking in the opposite direction, wearing a heavy wool coat, buttoned up tightly, and a knitted hat with a faux fur lining. As I neared them, I wondered if they would move into single file so that we could all neatly cross the train tracks.
When we were almost level, the one on the left looked me straight in the eye and knocked me into the path of an oncoming Range Rover, which swerved to avoid me.
Bubble Rapt is a selection of short stories with a twist to leave you all tangled up like a tangly thing. The stories are mostly by me, bar one, which is extra special.
I’ve popped in a true tale by my Dad, Ray Goldsack, as he always wanted to be published, but didn’t quite get round to it before he died. There you go, Dad. It would have been his 79th birthday yesterday 🙂
Find out what happens to Robert, the coy carp, and Little Molly Plankton, and why Jenny Sanders is so Bubble Rapt!
I held the bloom to my breast, anticipating the strong vibrant energy that one gets with a bright red-headed wildflower. I took care to protect her delicate petals, yet the blossom wilted. My spirits fell, inadequacy prevailed. I had destroyed her with my delusion.