Short stories

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Besides writing novels I also like to come up with short stories, designed to intrigue people and make them think. My latest story, 'Someone Else', has just been published. I hope you enjoy it.

Alison

Someone Else

Longer than a short story, shorter than a novella!

Despite a traumatic incident in World War 1, Frenchman Pierre Le Brun has had a happy life. Celebrating his 70th birthday with his wife, children and grandchildren he has no idea that his world is about to be shaken to its foundations by matters beyond his control.
When a mysterious telegram arrives Pierre is forced to question his past, his life and his very identity. Will he ever be the same again?

99p for e.book

£2.99 for paperback, 30 pages, contains bonus material (two extra very short stories).

‘Someone Else’ – available on Amazon only, from 22nd March 2020

FREE SHORT STORY:

The Killer

I didn’t mean to kill them, really I didn’t.  It just happened.  They were so young, they didn’t deserve to die.  However, they came towards me so fast, I really couldn’t help myself.  They were just a young couple, full of dreams and ambitions, no doubt.  I don’t know if they had any children, I never had the chance to find out.  I remember their laughter ringing out and their carefree voices, but I also remember the look of horror they gave me just before it happened - fear coupled with disbelief.  I remember the girl’s blonde curls and the lad’s rosy face, but, oh – it doesn’t pay to think back.  Nothing can be changed.

I expect they have family who will grieve for them.  I am sorry about that.  The other day a woman came to see me and she shouted and wept.  I would have liked to apologise but I just couldn’t.

When I was young all I wanted was to grow and be free.  I wasn’t as strong then as I am now but I was more flexible.  I wouldn’t have hurt anyone.  Now they say I am hard and unfeeling.  I didn’t mean to be so rigid.  I used to love to be in the open air, enjoying the breezes, the sunshine and even, at times, the rain.  The rain made me feel clean and refreshed.  I wish I could feel that way again now.

The other day they took away the heap of twisted metal and people laid flowers around me.  Now I hear rumours that they are coming to cut me down and take me away.  Why should I be the one to suffer?  I didn’t mean for this to happen.  Will anyone understand?  No – because as they say, after all, I am only a tree.

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