Short Stories
Over the next few weeks I will be placing a few of my short stories on this page for you to enjoy.
Canvas
This place is full of dust, which will not settle. Animate
with memories I relive moments of the past. Every reminiscence bringing a
smorgasbord of emotions. With these emotions I have built the framework of my life.
The slats of wood lie in a haphazard scaffold loosely nailed together. The
slats are my experiences, the nails the memories holding the experience
together. I have built the framework of my life. On the canvas nothing.
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The Station
I am waiting for a delayed train.
Late at night - past twelve.
The station is dark. It is
gloomy. It is empty.
Lights suspended across the roof
of the station spill weak pools of yellow, impotent against the surrounding blackness.
A light drizzle forms a gossamer curtain in the sulphurous glow. The rails,
shiny with yellow light, soon disappear into the dark either side.
Silence. This station lies at the
outskirts of the city, almost within countryside. Here nothing seems to stir –
the oppressiveness of late night stuns even the usually vivacious blackbird
into a morose stillness.
Then a shadow, a movement at the
far end of the platform. I’m no longer alone. The silence, the loneliness
pervaded for a moment by a fellow traveller.
But, I do not sense camaraderie. But
then nor do I sense menace. I just sense nothing.
Soon the shadow evaporates. I’m
alone again.
Waiting.
