More, Very Short Stories
Published on Nov 19, 2015
Writing very short stories in exactly 42 words. As we all know, 42 is the answer to life, the universe and everything.
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42: The answer to life, the universe and everything
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“Do you see her much”
“Every Wednesday, 10.55pm, on the dot. Doesn’t matter where I am, who I’m with, she just appears.”
“Have you talked to her? Asked her to stop?”
“Tried, she takes no notice. Still blames me for her death.”
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Worry not Earthlings, time is something that need concern you no longer. Those merciless clocks, that ran your lives, are no more. Here, at the Inter Galactic Zoo, I will provide for all your needs. Trust me, you are in good hands.
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The vicar stopped in mid-sentence. There was a noise coming from inside Grandma’s coffin.
People shifted uncomfortably in their seats.
“Oh no!” I cried.
All eyes in the church turned and stared.
I’d suddenly worked out where my lost iPod was.
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"Why the hell are we doing this?"
"No idea mate, it’s just something we do."
"I’m knackered, any chance of a rest?"
"Not a good idea, they’re coming."
As two pairs of excited eyes peered into the cage, the wheel turned faster.
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“Go on Ken, how often?”
“Telling you mate, me and Maureen Cassidy are like rabbits. We never stop.”
“What about her old man? He can be nasty.”
“That silly old fart, he’ll never know.”
Mr. Cassidy cocked his shotgun, he’d heard enough.
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This nightmare relationship started 30 years ago. Tuesday 24th July 1984, to be exact. The China Sea Restaurant. I’d had too much red wine. She caught me by surprise:
“Jimmy, sweetheart, how about meeting my parents this weekend?”
I should’ve said no.
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It was Jimmy’s idea. We’d get a load of kids like ourselves and just stand there, middle of the road, holding hands and singing. I mean, who’s going to run down a bunch of harmless kids?
The lead tank hit Jimmy first.
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"Sorry mate, can’t tell you. See, I promised and you know how this lady gets if you let her down. She’s got some real nasty acquaintances."
Another £20 note appeared on the table.
“On the other hand, what harm’s a few words."
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Everyone’s here. Standing at the end of the bed, reverential whispers, solemn faces. Did anyone notice that bright light streaming through the window? Probably not, I think it was meant only for me. A sign you’re about to turn off the switch.
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Mum’s been dead three years now but I can still feel her presence. Same as always, pushing me to do things I don’t want to do. She’s here now, whispering in my ear, cajoling me.
I step off the ledge and fly.
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