Author: Alexander Fawn

It was the largest furniture store in town.

The drifter wandered in soon after opening time. He was in his twenties and as thin as a rake. Life on the streets had not been kind to him, physically. His hair and beard were long, but he’d managed to keep himself clean enough that people didn’t exactly avoid him. The night had been cold and a welcoming blast of warm air swept over him as he entered. He strolled passed the settees and armchairs until he came to one that had lots of padding and looked extremely comfortable. Glancing around, he saw how quiet it was. He saw no harm in trying it.

The girl who welcomed customers when they sauntered into the lounge suite part of the store, was also in her twenties. She had turned out to be one of the store’s best sales people and did rather well on its sales commission’s scheme. It was around an hour after opening when she found him, hidden away in the far corner. He was snoring softly. She reckoned him to be about the same age as her brother, not that she’d seen him for ten years. He, like the sleeper, had taken to the streets and the family hadn’t heard from him since the day he left home.

She looked at him closely. It wasn’t him. For one thing, he was much too tall. Nevertheless, she would regard him as just another customer who had inadvertently fallen asleep while trying out the luxurious chair. She looked around and considered the possibility that her manager may not see it that way. From the adjoining section, she wheeled an exotic looking, panelled privacy screen, to where he dozed. She would leave him undisturbed until her morning break.

As the morning went on, the showroom had more customers walking through. She kept an eye on the far corner until staff began to accumulate around the coffee machine. She made two. Leaving her own, she took his and woke him.

Very little was said.

However, on waking, he showed that he appreciated the kindness she’d shown and politely made his way out onto the street with his hot drink, reflecting that he had not slept that well in a very long time…

In most aspects she regarded him as a perfect catch.

He was charming from the day they met. He had what might be called a totally balanced personality. There had been a charisma that was always there, and a feeling of complete trust that he would always put you first, always look out for you. You would always be safe knowing that he was around and could handle just about anything that life could throw at you. He had always known when a compliment was required. He seemed to be so aware of how you were feeling at any one time without him having to ask. She had very fond memories of him.

Pity about his feet!

The man coming home from work was thinking about one of his office staff. She had recently been diagnosed as needing bypass surgery. When he spoke to her, she said she had faith in the surgeon that would perform the operation. She was a good worker and it was his hope that she would recover quickly. He certainly didn’t want to lose her. He felt she deserved a break. He was also aware of the fact that she devoted a lot of her private time to charity work. It came about that the operation was successful and he was able to welcome her back.

In a neighbouring town a woman sat gazing out of the apartment’s window, thinking about her boyfriend. They had been together for some time and she was very much in love with him. For her, it was a matter of faith as to whether he would keep his promise to stay away from alcohol. It had certainly got him into trouble in the past. She could only hope that he would keep his promise to remain sober. The first time he was charged with being drunk and disorderly, she had forgiven him out of charity. Further months proved that he was as good as his word and she could see that they now had a bright future.

In a faraway town a small child was crying in the back seat of its parents’ car. They were returning from the veterinary hospital where its anesthetised pet was lying on an operating table. The unhappy six-year-old considered itself to be the true owner of the cat. The parents had been using the same vet for a number of years and had faith in him. Their hope was that the animal would come out of the operation with no complications. It had been out of charity that they had originally taken the kitten from a local cat rescue facility.

It turned out that a few days later the cat came home fit and healthy.

For man, woman and child, it was true that the three theological virtues of faith, hope and charity went a long way.

He was delighted with his new satnav system.

He couldn’t wait to use it. He certainly didn’t need to program it to give directions to the local shops, where he was going to buy cigarettes, but he’d use it anyway. However, from the moment he pulled away and took the first turn, the directions seemed to be all wrong, but he decided to put his trust in the technology. He would go with the flow. He was in no big hurry. Instead of the usual five minute drive to his local agents, almost twenty minutes past before he came to a stop. He was parked on the side of the road in an unfamiliar part of town with the navigation system telling him he had arrived at his destination.

He looked around. The newsagency he was parked in front of had a large notice in the window. It was proclaiming that customers should hurry if they wanted a ticket in the Giant Lottery that was about to close. He was about to reprogram his new toy, when the thought struck him that he could buy what he wanted here and then head straight for home. As he entered the shop, empty of customers, he spent a few moments looking around. He had never been in this part of town, let alone this shop. He saw more placards advertising the big lottery. He smiled; he wasn’t much of a gambler. The owner appeared behind the counter and he bought his cigarettes. He thanked the man. As he was leaving, quite unexpectedly, he turned and went back to the counter.

He bought a ticket…

There could be little doubt that his present situation was responsible for his musings.

She would be coming back soon. He had been laying there for days, coming to terms with what the future had in store for him. The bed was comfortable and the staff were very nice. He had nothing to complain about. He was in the best possible place. During his first visit to the hospital several months ago he had been given a conclusive diagnosis. This had given him some comfort at the time. It was good to know what he was dealing with. This time though, he knew that his condition would only worsen. Naturally, his age would be against him. He was resigned to the fact that his time was running out. On the subject of time, he checked his phone. The nurse would be coming back soon.

She had been going on and off shifts since he arrived. He liked her. He didn’t know her, how could he? What he could see was that she was always content with her work. Always bright, without putting on any artificial happiness. He wondered about her, what would her future hold? She’d be no more than in her mid-twenties. She could be married; she had no ring. Maybe nurses have to take them off while on duty; he didn’t know. She may even have children; no way of telling. Did she grow up here in this town? What are her hobbies, her passions? How much of these things will dictate the sort of life she’ll lead. Where will her next job take her? What opportunities are in the offing as her life rolls on? How will…

His reverie was shattered by the clatter of the trolley coming in. With a brief smile and an announcement about his vital readings being taken, she began to attend to him. He was sure she was coming to the end of her shift. What would her immediate future bring? Home to a husband and children; a meeting with friends in a local pub, a pop concert with her boyfriend, a movie with friends, a visit to her parents or a quiet night in? All possible futures looming, with prospects and possibilities far more varied than his own.

When she was done, she hung the clipboard back on the end of his bed. She smiled again and gave him a little wave as she left, saying she’d see him tomorrow.

Ah! He thought, tomorrow…

To say that he didn’t like his boss was a gross understatement.

The years of working for him had taken its toll. You could say that it had reached a breaking point the day he put his cunning plan into action. The money that was accruing for the firm’s Christmas do was building up. The boss’s secretary kept it in the desk in her office. He had to be careful with the timing of things. It was late afternoon when he saw his opportunity. Opening her desk, he found a plastic beaker with coins and a plain envelope stuffed with notes. He left the change and took the envelope. It contained well over a thousand. Down in the underground carpark he carefully jimmied the boss’s door open and hid the envelope under the passenger seat.

The next day the theft was discovered. There was a hell of a stink, of course, and the police were informed. It was arranged that a detective would attend the scene the following morning. That evening, an anonymous tip was made by phone saying that the general manager had been seen taking something suspicious to his car. The frame-up had gone like clockwork.

Of course, our disgruntled employee had no way of knowing that on the following morning, as arranged, the manager traded his car in for a new model.

Further, needless to say, the man who carried out the detailing of second-hand cars for the car yard regarded it as a bonus!

All was silent.

…and they went together to a sheltered place where they found food. Above, there was a murmuring. Between them they prepared a meal, then divided it, placing it on two plates. And the plates were made of gold. The murmur grew louder and became a roar. It came from an ever-darkening sky. Two more gold plates covered the meals. And they came away to the sound of a million voices, full of fear. They left the place until their hunger brought them back. With both fear and hunger, they came again. At the shelter, they removed their food. And they ate. And the great cacophony of voices rang out again.

Once fed, they emerged to a bright, opening sky and listened. The great call of the anguished voices fell away to one.

It said, “My children have eaten. All is well.”

They left… and the silence returned…

As soon as she arrived at the airport she got a shock when she checked the departures board.

The display said that her flight had been delayed by an hour; a whole hour! In an agitated state, she thought, how does a plane get delayed for an hour? Was it some technical issue that required some last minute maintenance? Did they have a problem with a passenger that held the thing up? She didn’t know. She only knew that it couldn’t have come at a worse time. She felt her whole body trembling as she went looking for a seat that had a direct view of a clock. She settled down and tried to calm herself by checking all of her travel documents again. It wasn’t working. Her hands were shaking and she felt a cold sweat on her neck and forehead. She attempted to dab herself with a tissue without drawing too much attention to herself.

She checked the time again and squeezed her eyes shut. She took a really deep, slow breath. She told herself… just get real!

It’ll be days before they discover his body…

The toddler lay there looking across the room at his parents.

He couldn’t help wondering how he managed to come into the world. How did these guys ever get together? He asked himself, what were the chances? Him, with his messy hair and his shabby clothes and his cracked spectacle lens. Her, with her meticulous make-up, fashionable hair do and smart outfit. Him, spending most of his time laying on the couch scratching himself. Her, continually dusting, window washing and generally keeping the house in good order. What were the chances, him being an itinerant farm labourer, busing into the city to buy warmer socks. Her taking time out from her legal practice to have her nails done. Him going for a coffee to make his trip just a little bit special. Her using a quiet corner of the café to consider the case notes she’d copied to her mobile. Him gazing around wondering whether he could afford a sausage roll. Her looking around at the café’s clientele, estimating the annual turnover. His and her eyes meeting.

What happened then? What caused that magic spark, that moment of euphoric attraction, that inexplicable element that put it all in motion? Just what were the chances? He thought, again. And how in heaven’s name was he, at his age, able to consider all of this so comprehensively.

It’s likely to be some unseen aspect of a minimum probability amplitude, he thought.

It was one of his favourite things, watching the ducks flapping around on the pond.

His Dad used to sit here, just like this, when he was alive, watching the birdlife in the park. There was always something peaceful about being here.

The tranquillity of it was suddenly broken. The kids came out of nowhere, shouting and laughing. He felt a little uncomfortable being a solitary figure just spending quiet time. Maybe they would leave him alone. Local kids had picked on him in the past. You could never tell whether they were going to cause trouble or just go on their way without issue. As they drew near it was obvious that they weren’t going to leave him alone. It started with them calling him names and commenting on his looks. They were shouting at him, saying that he was scruffy and didn’t belong there. Then, one of them, the oldest, picked up a stick and threw it at him.

That was enough!

To their great surprise he stood up and began running at them at a surprising speed. They all began running, but he managed to catch up with the older boy who had tripped and fallen. The boy yelled when the bite came. He managed to get to his feet and was led away by his friends. As they disappeared from view the calming atmosphere of the place returned. He settled back down to watch the flapping.

No one should be cruel to dogs.