http://sherwoodzinelibrary.tumblr.com/post/33370752941/101112
My friend, Ionie Ince, is the creator and editor of PIYE and she let me edit some of the short stories of issue #2. It's available for £4 from http://partyinyoureyesocket.tumblr.com/ where we are currently accepting submissions for issue #3. It's a new anthology for short prose mainly in black comedy, science fiction, fantasy, thriller genres.
It's available from News From Nowhere on Bold Street, Liverpool as well.
"'I've got older, you haven't aged a bit,' Sally said.
'I'm
ageing. Just slower, I guess.'
'But
you look exactly the same. Have you found the fountain of eternal
youth?'
'No.'
'How's
life.'
'Boring.
How's yours?'
'Okay.
I'm so happy I'm an actress. Are you proud of me?'
'Yes.'
'I've
just turned thirty.'
'I
know. I remember your birthday. Would have sent you a card but to be
honest I didn't think we'd see each other again.'
'Would
you like some more coffee?'
'Please.'
Sally
ordered more coffee. There was a silence for a moment. Then she said,
'I've been thinking about you, Catherine. That's why I called. And
now I see you, I'm glad I did.' She sipped her coffee. She tore a
paper sachet of sugar and slowly tipped it in. She stirred it with a
wooden stirrer. She did this very methodically as if so practised in
the art of coffee drinking. She sipped it again and gave a vague,
sub-conscious smile. 'How old are you now?' she said.
'I'm
forty-four,' Catherine said, somewhat embarrassed.
'But
you look twenty-four. Why is that?'
'I
don't know.'
'I
wanted to ask you if you had a secret to your looks. Your skin. Your
eyes. What is it you do?'
'I
don't do anything.'
'Oh.'
Sally sipped the coffee again and left a red lip-print on the cup.
'Sometimes,'
Catherine said, 'I think I'm not going to die. Why is that?'
'I
don't know.'
'I
was almost killed in a car accident coming down here.'
'Oh
my God.'
'But
I didn't die. Would think I was crazy if I said I don't think I would
have died.'
'I
don't know.'
'For
years I've never gone a day without thinking of David Milton. Ever
since he died I've always wondered why that had to happen to him. And
I know why. He was fixing the TV. The TV I'd told him to fix. Why
didn't I fix it.'
'He
was an engineer. He knew that kind of stuff.'
'I
think I'm being punished.'
'Don't
be stupid. There's no reason you would be punished.'
'I
think I'm being punished for David's death and now I'm going to live
forever.'
'Are
you serious?'
Catherine
sipped her coffee. It tasted good. They ordered some more. The rain
stopped and the sun shone and reflected off the raindrops on the
window. The light lit them both up.
'Where
are you staying?' Sally asked.
'Some
hotel.'
'Stay
with me. I have a spare room. You should see my house anyway.'
'Okay.'
They
got up to leave. Some people took a photograph of Sally as they
walked out."
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