Fiction

Water Under the Bridge

/ Steve Lakey / 22 Comments
bridge

Photo: Copyright Al Forbes

 

Visiting time again. Standby for the Grandkids! They’ll probably want to know about more stories about my bridge. I tell them that I built it with my bare hands, back in the day.

The bridge has been a focal point to me over the years. Many’s the time I’ve leaned over the edge and told my troubles to the flowing water underneath. And they’ve all been carried off to who-knows-where. Maybe there’s a part of the sea that holds all my sadness and worries. And a better part where the good things I’ve lost are all there waiting for me. My lovely Alice, for a start.

I don’t go there anymore, at least not physically. I ask the staff, but they say there’s never enough of them on-shift to drive me over there. I’d wheel myself if I could. but my weak arms couldn’t get me further than the TV room.

The staff think I have an afternoon nap everyday. But I’ve got them all fooled. Since I read that “Creative Visualisation” book off the Volunteer’s trolley, I’ve learnt to take myself to the bridge in my mind. In fact, if my daughter and the kids don’t show up in a couple of minutes, that’s where I’ll be heading.

 

This is my contribution to Sunday Photo Fiction, January 26th 2014, hosted by Al Forbes. For more details, please click the link. 

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Bed Rest

/ Steve Lakey / 18 Comments
Buildings

Photo: Copyright Björn Brudberg

 

“Mikey! Time to get up! No? Just lay there then. I’ve been ‘blessed’ with the laziest son in the world! Your house won’t finish itself, you know. If you think I’m building it all by myself, you’d better think again, Sunshine.

I’ve bought us a new metal ladder. That old wooden one that broke, I’ve chopped it up for firewood. You should have seen it burn!

Well, I’m going to get myself a nice cuppa. You want one? You can just nod, you know. Or blink. The doctor says you can hear me. Please Mikey, squeeze my hand! Just once.”

 

This is my contribution to Friday Fictioneers 100 word photo challenge, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Please click the link for more details. 

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Treasured Island

/ Steve Lakey / 4 Comments
Watchtower

Photo: Copyright Al Forbes 2013

 

It’s almost time. I climb up the ladder and in through the hatch. I check my calculations on the chart, once again. There’s no need to look through the telescope. The ship won’t be visible for another two hours and eight minutes.

I take a last look around. I have mixed feelings about leaving my Pacific island home. Two years and three months ago my luxury yacht ran aground and sank. I was the only survivor.

Surprisingly, the guilt and loneliness faded after a while. To pass the time, I set myself little challenges and tasks. When the salvaged rations ran out, I had to become self-sufficient anyway. But this island has been good to me, with unlimited fresh water and abundant wildlife for food.

I know the drill, off by heart. It’s a sixty minute walk to Beacon Hill. I’ll light the damp vegetation that’s piled there. It will burn black smoke for the rest of the day. Then, it’s a leisurely walk down to the beach and wait for the little boat they’ll despatch for me.

I sit on the beach until sundown, marvelling at the perfect harmony of the sea and sky.

One of these days, I may actually light that fire. But not yet. I’ll stay in my paradise a little longer.

 

This is my contribution to Sunday Photo Fiction, 29 December 2013, hosted by Al Forbes. Click here for more details.

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Gustave

/ Steve Lakey / 14 Comments

eiffel-tower-dmm Photo: Copyright – Douglas M MacIlroy

 

‘Gustave’ likes the night-times. That’s when he lights himself up and shines over Paris.

How different it had all been when he’d first arrived. Part of the Martian Invasion force, Gustave quickly built himself a quadruped fighting machine. His role was to ‘liberate’ Paris.

And he would have done it too, if it hadn’t been for those pesky bacteria! Fortunately, unlike his comrades, Gustave was immune…

He received the Mission Abort order, but instead of self-destructing, he made friends and settled down with the Parisians. Gustave became such a hero, he was given the title ‘Champ de Mars’!

 

This is my contribution to Friday Fictioneers 100 Word fiction photo challenge for 27 December 21013, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Click the link for more details.

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Memory Trip

/ Steve Lakey / 1 Comment
plasma ball

© Al Forbes 2013

 

Religious leaders condemned it. Leading scientists expressed their scepticism. But the overnight phenomenon that was Past Masters, went from strength to strength. 

Their claims were big and bold. Although the specifics were to remain secret, advanced Plasma-Ball technology had now made it possible to permit Time Travel to the Past, at least for seven days at a time. The ultimate trip.

The week-long experience had a very affordable charge – it all seemed such a reasonable price to pay. There was no shortage of willing volunteers.

Who knows how long this whole thing would have lasted, if undercover journalist John Clay hadn’t taken a remotely controlled micro camera in with him?

Day One involved intense Mind Programming sessions before he was put to work in their factory – reminiscent of a Dickensian workhouse. He stayed there for the whole week, sleeping on the factory floor and eating gruel. He was, of course, making Plasma Balls.

Before he left, a further Mind Programming gave John a replacement memory overlay. What a great time he thought he’d had!

John’s team uploaded the videos and they quickly went viral. Now the people behind Past Masters are having some Hard Times of their own…

 

This is my contribution to Sunday Photo Fiction – 08 December 2013, hosted by Al Forbes. Please click here for more details.

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