Tuesday 4 December 2012

A voice of a thousand pieces






‘That was E17 and Stay Another Day’… Steve Wright gaily announced. ‘Of course it fucking is’ said Thomas to no one in particular. ‘of course it fucking is, it's been on the radio 4 times already today.’  Wright’s posse babbled on oblivious to Thomas’s ire. Thomas could hear the rain falling like arrows outside his window, it was only 3.47 but it was already dark. The landing lights of the jumbos coming into Heathrow flashed across his gloomy room casting strange shadows shaped like keyholes onto the wall opposite; disappearing then reappearing with the next flight.  It might have been Christmas Eve but it didn’t feel like it to Thomas. There might be magic outside in the streets of Hounslow but in this room there was nothing. Her words had been like an arrow to his heart, she’d ripped the rainbows from his mind and torn them to shreds, taken the star from his Christmas tree and trampled it with her comfortable shoes until it was a bent, ugly shadow of itself. Stay a bloody nother day, he laughed bitterly, she wasn’t gonna stay any days, she wasn’t coming at all. She’d said so in her letter; not even a phone call, a letter! What manners they teach them at unifuckingveristy. She was staying down there for Christmas with her sheepshagger new boyfriend.
‘And this is Bon Jovi, Please Come home for Chri…...’ Poor Steve Wright wasn’t to know Thomas’s pain but that didn’t stop him being interrupted by Thomas hurling his radio across the room and watching it smash into a thousand pieces. 


This is using the Rory Story Cube app for iPad. 

1 comment:

  1. that reminds me of Elvis's melancholy over Christmas

    it will be cold:
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=prErnop1eiM

    and blue:
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L9-PN1sftaI

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