Two Short Tales

Two very short stories, a few words, but a story.

Childhood Memories

John stood in the attic where once he and his brother George had played as kids. They had played everything from pirates to cowboys, but their favourite game was rocket to the moon. John smiled at the thought, thinking it was such a long time ago, yet sometimes it felt like yesterday. John was old now, and he missed George, who had passed away some four years ago. He wandered around the attic picking up bits and pieces from their childhood years. John looked around him, wishing those carefree childhood days would come back. He started to walk towards the door to go back downstairs when he tripped over an old shoe. He fell heavily, his head crashing onto the wooden floor, blood pouring over the wooden floorboards.

George took John’s hand, “Come on, John, get up, time to play rocket to the moon, I’ve been waiting ages for you!”

The Attic

Louise was talking out loud, “How will I tell Giles I’m leaving him for Tony? How am I going to say our marriage is over? What words can I use?” Louise was beginning to feel overwhelmed, as she mused over the lines she was going to say when Giles got home.

It was going to be difficult to say the least, but she had fallen head over heels for Tony, the next-door neighbour, and wanted to be with him. She had been trying to tell Giles for ages, and Tony was becoming impatient and had threatened to tell Giles himself if she did not do the dirty deed!

Giles walked through the front door at that precise moment, “Hello, I’m home!”

Just as Louise was about to blurt out the dreaded words, a shrill voice squawked, “How will I tell Giles I’m leaving him for Tony. How am I going to say our marriage is over… What words can I use!”

Of course, Bobby the parrot is a big talker...

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