The Hired Killer….

March 14, 2016March 14, 2016 jacquelineobyikocha12 Comments

The more he surreptitiously watched Juliana the more his cold killer’s heart grew warmer. He couldn’t bring himself to do it.

This would be one of the easiest job that he has to pull off; just a hard jolt and she goes tumbling into the ravine, but the beautiful unassuming woman’s affectations captivated him.

Mark had painted her to be a spoilt heiress, yet the arresting pair of eye’s, sweet looking freckled face of hers and her demeanour when he had deliberately approached her, depicted none of that.

He liked to observe his targets before choosing the best way to execute his contract and in the past days of trailing Julie, the more he looked at her the more he looked forward to seeing her.

The way she gnawed her lips as she carefully touched statues on display caused his lower muscles to contract in anticipation.
He wanted to be the statues.

Julio wanted Juliana for himself and recognized his desire to protect her.

He decided to call off the job and get to the bottom of the puzzle.

Inlinkz

In response to the FFAW photo prompt above from beautiful Louise. Thank you Priceless Joy for this enchanting story platform

Divine Missteps…

March 12, 2016 jacquelineobyikocha21 Comments

Mabel is now at the Autumn of her life, watching the sun-rises and the sun-sets while filling her days with little chores, knitting and waiting for her loved ones to visit.

Christmas is just a few weeks away and she can feel it in her bones already.

Some days, her arthritic pains plagued her, but today is a good day. Her children and their spouses will be arriving soon for their fortnightly dinner.

They had taken it upon themselves to share their visits in batches and come more often since their father passed on.

She preferred to keep her house and didn’t want to move in with any of her children so as not to cramp their style.

Christmas brought special memories and was chock full of nostalgia for her.

Her life with Dan started 43 years ago during Christmas until a misstep on the ladder 3 years past, had sent him in throes of pain with a slipped disc and down the slippery slope of one medical issue or the other until he slept off peacefully.

She recalls mirthfully, how their romance started so many years back. It had all began with a misstep as well.

As she walked down the pews after communion that Sunday morning, Dan had suddenly placed his long leg in her path and an attempt to side step found her tripping and sprawling in Church to her utter dismay.

She had been beetroot red in the face as he stood, all 6 ft 4 inches of him to help her up. He apologized so nicely and that was it. They fell in love and their beautiful union produced five wonderful children.

She always said that an Angel had a hand in placing Dan’s big feet on her path, that the misstep was a benevolent high point and divine orchestration in her life.

Thoughts of Dan always filled her with bitter-sweet emotions.

The ring of voices at the door, alerted her of their arrival. She could hear little Dan’s chatter.

Her four year old grand-son is a spitting image of his grandpa.

The Daily Post prompt misstep.

Fiction · Short Stories

The Strings Of Flame…

March 7, 2016 jacquelineobyikocha27 Comments

Eddy’s eyes strayed to the glittering guitar which hung behind the counter of the bar as he dusted.

Since he started working for Mrs. Hilley, he had wondered about it.

His eyes gleamed as he looked at it and the flaming guitar glowed brighter under his gaze.

He noticed that she touched it ever so often, dusted it with reverence and hung it back.

He had no idea what the story behind it was, but he couldn’t ask. There were rumours however, on one really knew the truth.

Since he was alone, he decided to play just a little bit. He hoped to own one some day soon.

Lost in the music the guitar’s flaming strings came alive and he failed to hear the door swing open.

Mrs. Hilley listened, tears ran down her face as he played haunting tunes.

Startled to find her watching him he hurried to hang it back but, she set two glasses of apple cider, sat him down to tell him the story of the flaming guitar.

Inklinz

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Fear….Friday Fiction In Five Sentences.

March 4, 2016 jacquelineobyikocha33 Comments

It was an ugly Winter night!

Anna couldn’t believe the sheer horror of what he planned.

The winds howled and it stormed all night long, that to escape was not an easy feat.

Yet, she decided to flee into the wild night and take her chances, but she fell halfway.

In a slow motion, it all shattered as he descended on her.

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The Winning Number…

February 29, 2016March 1, 2016 jacquelineobyikocha28 Comments

Carl was tired to the bones and felt disgruntled about his job. It was mere drudgery with little pay.

The new foreman was also an ass who kept yelling at people.

He regretted dropping out of college and wished he could start all over. Girls and booze was a pastime that got old fast and with Sue pregnant with a second child. He worried.

Break time was a little reprieve, so he ambled over to the deli where the other men gathered for a quick lunch.

All eyes were glued to the excited TV presenter who called out the winning lottery numbers. Each man read his ticket hopefully.

Carl paid no mind. He had bought just one ticket for reasons he couldn’t explain.

The cashier exclaimed that the ticket had been sold in the deli.

Each man checked his stub again and he fumbled in the back pocket of his dirty jeans to find his.

The ground rushed to meet him in dead faint. He had the winning number.

Inlinkz

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The Dreaded Phone Call…Friday fiction in five sentences.

February 26, 2016February 26, 2016 jacquelineobyikocha32 Comments

She was on her way back to town when the call came in, her fingers slackened and the phone slipped, falling on the cobblestones with a thud, but she just couldn’t bend to pick it up as she stood rooted to the spot, her legs too heavy laden to move forward.

Staring unseeingly into the distance, tears filled Ellen’s eyes and brimmed over with a silent scream that tore through her head and her heart shattered in tiny bits.

She always knew that this day was coming, yet she wasn’t braced for it.

That single dreaded call, that she had prayed never to receive finally came.

……And the man died! Head bowed in deep grief, her knees buckled as she sank into bone-wracking wailing; like a wild animal, Ellen’s cry was not a pretty sight. She cried with all her being, but everyone who knew her understood why.

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Dear Andrew…

February 22, 2016 jacquelineobyikocha30 Comments

Sybil’s fingers trembles and as she sends the text message to Andy. It’s better this way, because she couldn’t stand to look him in the face and break the news to him.

Hopefully, he would be so mad that he won’t want to see her when he gets into town.

For weeks he talked of how they would get married, so she would return to Pennsylvania with him and she had been joyful.

Now, those dreams are never going to be. It all seems so surreal as she stares into the distance.

She’s loved Andy forever and everyone thought that they would end up together.

How she had ended sleeping with Jason still puzzles her. All she remembers was cuddling up to him as he helped her to the truck. A night out in town, several drinks and she was out like light.

Jason was a good friend to both of them and now this.

She wonders how he would take the news that he is to become a father. There will be ripples in town.

Inlinkz

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The Last Confessions…Friday fiction in five sentences.

February 19, 2016February 19, 2016 jacquelineobyikocha48 Comments

Odette’s body shook uncontrollably as she blindly read and re-read the note; a dying man’s last confessions and her tears brimmed over.

She had always known and believed that Joshua was innocent, but no one else believed him and justice jailed him on circumstantial evidence.

They had been too poor to hire a good lawyer and had to rely on the States miserable representation, which had been a pitiful fulfillment of obligation.

Now this! A note exonerating her husband after so many years of misery and when it was too late, since Joshua died in prison, a broken man.

In a desperate need to take a long walk, she left the note on the old wooden table, picked up her shawl and stepped out into the bitter-cold.

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25 Years Later…Flash Fiction

February 15, 2016February 15, 2016 jacquelineobyikocha31 Comments

Their fabulous anniversary party was over and Rita sipped chamomile tea with a relaxed sigh.

Twenty-Five years, yet it seemed just like yesterday.

She watched Greg change into his pajamas to join her in bed as she dwelt on their time together and how it all started.

Bright things attracted her so she always gravitated towards the red bench, where she ate her sandwich and watched people go by.

Until he decided he liked the chair as well and appropriated it for himself.

She had felt ticked-off, but decided not to allow his presence to deprive her of her little pastime.

She would hurry to get the seat before him, but he would sit silently beside her and read his newspaper.

Till she started missing him on the days he failed to appear.

Looking at his graying temple as he flipped through the papers, she knew such contentment and decided to replace the park chair.

The last time she walked by, it looked worn with years.

Who knows, a new bench might perform some magic.

Inlinkz

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Lost Boy…Friday Fiction In Five Sentences.

February 12, 2016February 12, 2016 jacquelineobyikocha29 Comments

The voice of the security rang sharply and intermittently over the Mall’s public address system.

‘There’s a missing child with us, he is four years old, he is dressed in brown slacks and a blue shirt, please contact the security to identify him,’ the speaker kept announcing.

This went on for hours, but no one came.

Little Ashif was tired, tearful, hungry and hoped Mama would come and get him soon; he promised to be a good boy, if only she would come.

As days passed no one came and the little boy wondered why she never came back, after all, he had been a good boy when she said he should stand and wait; he became the ward of the State.

P.S. This story came to me based on an experience at the Mall. A child went missing and the loud speakers went on for hours announcing and describing that child.

I was there for three hours or thereabouts and I left with a heavy mind. I wondered if the parents of that boy picked him up or not. I couldn’t help wondering how they misplaced him in such a huge mall in the first place.

*As a security caution, once we arrive any of the Malls here or anywhere, I look for the information desk and get a name tag band which my children wear on their wrists with my number and their dad’s own written on it, where that is not available, I write on a piece of paper and tuck it into their pockets, just in case there is a pandemonium or anything of the sort.

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