Glimmer and other stories E-Book

Nicola McDonagh

• Herausgeber: Nicola Green
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Seven compelling tales of obsession, loss, redemption and hope are brought together in this unsettling and original collection of short stories by the author of ‘Echoes from the Lost Ones.’Rousseau’s Suburban Jungle takes us into the world of Esther, who loses herself in the wild and colourful paintings of Henri Rousseau to escape the blandness of her existence. In The Reclaimed Merman a suicidal man is saved from a watery grave after he meets an eccentric woman on the beach. When the legendary artist Earnest Thirk dies, a grieving fan decides to honour his secret last wish. And in the Award Winning tale Glimmer, a young man reflects upon his life as he waits for messages from the stars.

Leseprobe

Glimmerand other stories

Nicola McDonagh

The stories contained in this collection are works of fiction. Names, characters, places and events portrayed are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any character resemblance to actual persons living or dead is entirely co-incidental.

Copyright © 2013 Nicola McDonagh

All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical without written permission from the author.

Cover design by Simon Taylor (thank you!) and Daphne deMuir

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Original photograph by Nicola McDonagh

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CONTENTS

Glimmer

The_Reclaimed_Merman

Scarecrow

On_the_Eighth_Day

Daub

Daub Earnest_Thirk

Rousseau_Suburban_Jungle

To Martin for his help, support and tireless energyin getting this manuscript formatted.Much love to him as always.

Glimmer

The world will not end because I close my eyes. The sun will still shine, so too the stars. Yet the darkness behind my drooped lids tells me otherwise. I see a macrocosm made up of swirling silhouettes and geometric shapes that aren’t strange to me at all. This is where I live now, in x-ray blackness. There is peace in this non-colour. A stillness that demands quiet.

This is what I need if I am to receive their call.

Though my eyes are closed and my breath is short and shallow, I see and hear everything. Sometimes it’s too much and I have to take a break and let my mind wander down a quieter path. But I get lost and end up back in the place of noise and trouble. They must sift through all this debris and find me out. Before I stick to the sheets.

Things used to be different. I’d get messages roughly once a month. When I was younger. Seemed to coincide with the full moon, or a new one. I forget which. Anyway, all I’m saying is that I didn’t have to do anything special. They just came. I expect it was because my mind was less cluttered.