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A Fortuitous Meeting by Shelley J Alongi Aviation Series story 1. An emergency landing brings a pilot and a teacher together in a m... [16,996 words]
The Attorney's Assistant by Shelley J Alongi About a relationship between a U.S. attorney and an assistant. Emphasizes positive co... [7,617 words]
A Taste Of Death by Frank Dunsmore Dective Schmidt with Homicide of the Chicago PD is baffled by several arsenic poisonings. He a... [5,669 words]
The Animal Prison by L J Milakovic A zoo from an abused tiger's point of view. The abuse is too persistent for the tiger, and he... [823 words]
Resistance by Shelley J Alongi The actions and thoughts of a boy facing the bleak certainty of death in a Jewish ghetto in 1943. [1,414 words]
Hill Number 18 by Shelley J Alongi A major recalls taking his platoon out of a mine field in Vietnam. [1,225 words]
Timmya The Totter - And The Rise Of The Dead Part 2 by Rose Trimovski This next story has to deal with the next adventure that Ti... [6,731 words]
The Perfect Gift by T J Richards A woman goes to the middle east and finds the most unlikely of things while there. [1,681 words]
The Old Horse by Joan Bentley I wrote this one for my Dad and Arnold Palmer, believe it or not. Every year I would watch the U... [1,915 words]
The Magical Publishing Pen by Mila Strictzer Vegas and the devil. [4,596 words]
The Last Leaf by Abby Steed - [1,875 words]
The Gnome From Alaska by David Soriano A humorous short story involving... a gnome. [1,427 words]
The Cold Afterglow At The West End by David Soriano A short story involving mystery and some element of truth. [1,666 words]
The Band Played On by Sue (Sooz) Simpson - [1,486 words]
Tangled Web by Sue (Sooz) Simpson Treat `em mean and keep `em keen. [596 words]
Taking A Chance by Leigh Berry A story about facing fears while traveling in the post September 11 world. [679 words]
Sweet Child Of Mine
Scorn, Thy Name Is Woman by Norman A Rubin This is a story of murder committed by a meek little man upon his nagging and complain... [2,360 words]
Room For One More by Sue (Sooz) Simpson The dream was haunting and wouldn't leave Mike alone. [1,728 words]
Return Of The Hellcat (Erotica May Be Offensive) by Sue (Sooz) Simpson Please do not read this one if easily offended. Or even not so... [3,390 words]
Pact Of Joy. by Sue (Sooz) Simpson Don't we all just want to be happy? [2,497 words]
Out Of Print by Sue (Sooz) Simpson A man, a boy, a love of reading and echoes of the past. [2,007 words]
One-Man Race by Sue (Sooz) Simpson He had only his nerves to rely on. One slip and the race would be lost. [664 words]
Etagere by Karen L Snyder Étagère--Set in the 1920's during Prohibition, a lady's husband is killed in a saloon brawl. She is wit... [9,649 words]
Dreamscape by Mila Strictzer A story about dreams. [4,963 words]
Death At The Conservatory by Frank Dunsmore John Benson watched Charles Manning sip from his water bottle. Throwing a smug, disda... [3,239 words]
A Darker Night by Albert Davis I think that in this world people all have dual identities and what you see is seldom the truth ... [1,507 words]
A Brush With Death by Frank Dunsmore Homicide Detective Schmidt with the Chicago PD visits the Art Institute to take a break from... [5,169 words]
Would You Like To Swing On A Star by Lisa Petro A short story of less than 1000 words about what is and what might be. [568 words]
The Pirate Ship by Kurt Kitasaki A short satire on employment practices. [230 words]
The Origin Of Our Five Senses by Stephanie Siegfred A children's story of how we came about to have the sense of taste, touch, hear, ... [591 words]
The Night Dancers by Moya Green What do you do when your best friend gets himself captured by the fairies? [1,522 words]
The Fantastical Adventure Of William Solney by Daniel Birnbaum A story to relive that freedom of youth which touches your heart an... [9,401 words]
The Elves And The Preacher by Norman A Rubin A modern version of the fairy story which tells of a goodly cleric and how he copes ... [1,603 words]
Roch by Sunny Cybersex. [289 words]
Mourning Glory by Sue (Sooz) Simpson One of my favourite pieces. Please note *This is not a children's story* It's the tale of a litt... [1,786 words]
Mortar Doesn't Breathe. by Sue (Sooz) Simpson The house was inanimate, dead ... because her child was gone. [1,114 words]
Making My Way Back To You. by Sue (Sooz) Simpson She'd told them a thousand times to keep the front door closed, now tragedy had stru... [1,926 words]
Madness Becomes You by Sue (Sooz) Simpson She used to be someone, now she's several people, or maybe she's nobody at all, it makes no... [394 words]
Little Bird by Sue (Sooz) Simpson He liked fragile things [1,406 words]
Knockers by Sue (Sooz) Simpson It's a dirty job, but someone's got to do it. [2,210 words]
Just The Ticket by Sue (Sooz) Simpson You pays your money and you takes your chances. [5,177 words]
I've Always Wanted To Write... But! by Sue (Sooz) Simpson There's always an excuse if you want to find one. [510 words]
Is The Toilet Roll Half Full Or Half Empty by Sue (Sooz) Simpson It's hard when you're at bursting point. [423 words]
Airport Interrogation by Bryan Caron Susan thinks all men are jerks and doesn't feel she will ever find the right man until on... [2,579 words]
A Story With No Beginning by Bryan Caron A young writer wants to tell a fantastical tale but canot come up with a good beginni... [2,120 words]
A Date With Destiny by Stephanie Siegfred A suicide victim reflects upon her life and her fatal decision to end it when she is given ... [1,996 words]
The Wishfish by Moya Green Doris stared down at the kipper. The kipper stared back. "Don't eat me," it said. [1,861 words]
The Waiting Man by Dave Furniss - [577 words]
The Troubled Sky by Caitlin Gallacher-Turner A girl by the name of Cira, recently turned thirteen, discovers that she has the ability for s... [3,565 words]
The Midget by Nathaniel Perhay A story about a midget! [604 words]
The Heart Of The Storm by C G L Davies A bad storm makes me think. [586 words]
The Ghost Story Of Yotsu-Ya by Norman A Rubin The reader is brought to Japan during the era of the emperors - The story, based on... [1,961 words]
The Day I Killed Ryan Watts... by Lawrence Peters Just a joke inspired by a fellow poet. [157 words]
Story Of My Life by Ryan Watts A very short story with a meaning so shallow you'll puke. But read it anyway! [246 words]
Sixteen by Eloise H Anson Story about finding love, and the confusion, pain and angst that walks hand in hand with it. [3,411 words]
P.S.-I Love You by Pauline A White Frankie was just a good old country boy.He felt honored when Della became his woman. She was sm... [6,861 words]
Peter by Nathaniel Perhay A boy and his day! [1,100 words]
One More Fallen' by Jordan S Wilson a shrt overview of the tragic shooting of Tupac Shakure threw the eyes of his bodyguard. [1,944 words]
Noone To Nowhere by Alina Marquez Short story about a woman on a Greyhound bus to El Paso. [1,294 words]
Jacks, Or Better To Open by Lawrence Peters - [2,139 words]
Ghosts... by Lawrence Peters - [572 words]
From The Backbay Chronicles - Revival Week by Pauline A White Sundays in August were special times in the South. You had Revivals... [1,551 words]
From Backbay Chronicles - Mama And The Po-Lice by Pauline A White This is a story for pre and teenagers. It is part of a series o... [2,981 words]
From Backbay Chronicles - Visiting Day by Pauline A White Sometimes the Spirit can hit you really hard... [1,337 words]
Eyes by Lawrence Peters For Parker. [339 words]
Dogsbody by Moya Green It was during the great thunderstorm that George decided to become a dog [940 words]
Blood And Honour by Bradley Postma A tale of skinhead life and death... with a killer twist. Critiques are welcome. [10,135 words]
Backbay Chronicles - Randy And Sandy by Pauline A White 'A boy and his dog' is an old theme. Love is even older, and more rewardi... [2,696 words]
Baby Secrets... by Lawrence Peters Something you always want but should never have. [762 words]

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TITLE (EDIT)
Sweet Child Of Mine
DESCRIPTION
The old lady had been brutally mugged, her son was sucjh a good boy, but would his thoughts now turn to revenge?
[1,843 words]
TITLE KEYWORD
Drama
AUTHOR
Sue (Sooz) Simpson
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I'm thirty nine, recently single again. I have two boys Cli' (pronounced clee) Real name Christopher and Mark. I'm a care in the community nurse and formerly (when I was married) an occupational Therapist working with the mentally ill on a secure unit. I love reading and writing and meeting people. I hate offal, seafood and intolerance. I keep dog, cat, polecats, rats and reptiles. And for seven years ran the second largest reptile sanctuary in Britain. Apart from having my lads, I think that's probably the most worthwhile thing I've ever done. Writing wise, I've been the main fiction writer for Legends magazine for three years.And have two books published 'Lizard's Leap' published by Quillusers, and 'Better the Devil You Know' soon to be released by Bestbooks.Um I drive a knackered old Astra, and ride a two litre trike. I live in the lake district of England, and am happy. :-)
[January 2003]
AUTHOR'S E-MAIL ADDRESS
sooz.006@virgin.net
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (84)
A Fork In The Road. (Short Stories) A paradox revolving round the lonely Holker Mosses in the dead of night. [2,835 words] [Mystery]
A Twist In The Tail (Short Stories) - [963 words]
Agony (Short Stories) The First in a series of Agony columns written by the unstoppable Aunt Nasty. (May be deemed offensive) [1,200 words] [Comedy]
Agony 2 (Short Stories) Morew from the irrepresible Aunt Nasty (May be deemed offensive). [1,077 words] [Comedy]
Angel Stew (Short Stories) The kitchens are in uproar. [826 words] [Comedy]
Anne (Short Stories) - [707 words]
Apple Of His Eye (Short Stories) Daddy's little girl, Daddy's little sweetheart. (May be deemed offensive). [1,742 words] [Drama]
Attractions (Short Stories) People stared at the sisters and called them freaks. [678 words] [Drama]
Bandit At Twelve-O-Clock (Short Stories) A sinister note drops through her letter box, but who is it from and what's it all about? [2,144 words] [Drama]
Barriers (Short Stories) Everybody's frightened of the prisoner in the cell at the end of the block. [2,913 words] [Thriller]
Breakfast In Bed (Short Stories) She loved her husband so much, and a sepcial man deserves a special breakfast. [1,633 words] [Horror]
Car Trouble (Short Stories) Boys will be boys. [496 words] [Comedy]
Cat's Chorus (Short Stories) - [1,332 words]
Cherry Blossom (Short Stories) - [435 words]
Cold, Cold Night.. (Short Stories) The night was beautiful but biting, she had to make her final farewells, a cigarette would help. [630 words] [Drama]
Creeping Up From Behind. (Short Stories) You can't ever really know what someone else is thinking ... unless they choose to tell you. [925 words] [Drama]
Dark Solitude. (Short Stories) A woman alone on the moors when a storm threatens, but this is no ordinanry storm and that is no ordinary lady. [1,434 words] [Drama]
Dawn Rising (Short Stories) He looked at his own personal sunrise every morning, yet longed for the warmth of the sun. [1,069 words] [Drama]
Deadly Persuit (Short Stories) Nature at its most cruel .. when it's interfered with by man. [1,541 words] [Drama]
Deep Blue Eastern Light (Poetry) I've never been to Budapest, but I saw an image on a postcard, it was misty and had a sort of dreamy quality about it. I wondered about the spirit of Budapest. Hope I've done her justicce. [204 words]
Different Road (Short Stories) Charlie is running scared. Will he find his way before his precious time runs out? [521 words]
Empty House (Short Stories) This had been her domain, now it was only a shadow. [649 words] [Drama]
Find Me A Place (Poetry) Everybody needs somewhere to run. [193 words] [Drama]
Finding Fleur (Short Stories) Katy desperately wants to find Fleur, but does Fleur want to be found? [1,727 words] [Drama]
Four Minute Warning (Short Stories) - [476 words] [Comedy]
Freedom By Another Name (Short Stories) He's an imposter [557 words] [Drama]
Furtive Glances (Short Stories) Always the last to know! [891 words] [Drama]
Galaxy (Poetry) Let Venus bear witness and Mars be our guide. [139 words]
Hickory, Dickory, Dock (Short Stories) - [991 words] [Drama]
Is The Toilet Roll Half Full Or Half Empty (Short Stories) It's hard when you're at bursting point. [423 words] [Comedy]
I've Always Wanted To Write... But! (Short Stories) There's always an excuse if you want to find one. [510 words] [Mind]
Jasmine And Gardenia Love (Poetry) - [417 words] [Erotic]
Jinny (Poetry) - [176 words]
Just The Ticket (Short Stories) You pays your money and you takes your chances. [5,177 words] [Drama]
Knockers (Short Stories) It's a dirty job, but someone's got to do it. [2,210 words] [Drama]
Little Bird (Short Stories) He liked fragile things [1,406 words] [Drama]
Lizards Leap (Novels) Four children buy an intricately carved frame from a school fair. A crazy old woman chases them desperately wanting the carving for herself. What is the mystery surrounding the strange frame? [5,753 words] [Adventure]
Long Walk Back To Jurassica (Poetry) Evolution and progress or three million steps backwards? [323 words] [Drama]
Lookingthrough The Window (Short Stories) - [401 words]
Madness Becomes You (Short Stories) She used to be someone, now she's several people, or maybe she's nobody at all, it makes no difference. [394 words] [Drama]
Making My Way Back To You. (Short Stories) She'd told them a thousand times to keep the front door closed, now tragedy had struck. [1,926 words] [Drama]
Memberwhen (Poetry) Memberwhen that mystical word of long ago memories. [189 words] [Drama]
Mortar Doesn't Breathe. (Short Stories) The house was inanimate, dead ... because her child was gone. [1,114 words] [Drama]
Mourning Glory (Short Stories) One of my favourite pieces. Please note *This is not a children's story* It's the tale of a little girl trying to be a child. [1,786 words] [Drama]
Mumbles From The Madhouse (Novels) It was her first day on the secure unit and somehow she had to see it through. [2,215 words] [Drama]
My Friend The Tiger And Me (Poetry) I wrote this for my little boy when he was having trouble at school. [942 words] [Animal]
Naughty Bunny Goes To Ibiza (Short Stories) - [552 words]
One-Man Race (Short Stories) He had only his nerves to rely on. One slip and the race would be lost. [664 words] [Drama]
Out Of Print (Short Stories) A man, a boy, a love of reading and echoes of the past. [2,007 words] [Drama]
Outrun The River (Poetry) The snow was melting fast and he owed it to himself and his seld of dogs to make it to safety. [145 words] [Action]
Pact Of Joy. (Short Stories) Don't we all just want to be happy? [2,497 words] [Drama]
Play With Me Please. (Short Stories) - [322 words]
Return Of The Hellcat (Erotica May Be Offensive) (Short Stories) Please do not read this one if easily offended. Or even not so easily offended. Continuing sexploits of Dark Solitude. [3,390 words] [Erotic]
Room For One More (Short Stories) The dream was haunting and wouldn't leave Mike alone. [1,728 words] [Drama]
Rush Hour (Short Stories) - [419 words]
Sally (Short Stories) - [2,268 words]
Sinister Music (Novels) She had no psychic ability, so why had fate chosen her to foretell of the spate of brutal murders? [6,114 words] [Drama]
So This Is My Life Then (Short Stories) - [517 words] [Comedy]
Space Walk (Short Stories) May Cause offense. [1,290 words] [Drama]
Spirit Dancer (Poetry) - [514 words]
Tangled Web (Short Stories) Treat `em mean and keep `em keen. [596 words] [Drama]
The Band Played On (Short Stories) - [1,486 words] [Drama]
The Big Picture (Short Stories) The little girl was a great artist, but her subject matter was giving cause for concern. [776 words] [Drama]
The Comet. (Short Stories) Remember! [796 words] [Drama]
The Dinosaur (Short Stories) - [1,523 words]
The Half Empty Glass. (Short Stories) They had no idea of the horror they were walking into. [3,030 words] [Drama]
The Hhmmm Efect (Poetry) - [783 words]
The Iceberg (Short Stories) She had to break the hold they had on him... release him from his parents grip. [410 words] [Drama]
The Joker (Short Stories) - [2,032 words]
The Lovers (Poetry) - [124 words]
The Mark Of Jack (Short Stories) The start of something maybe. [1,044 words] [Drama]
The Old Enemy (Short Stories) I just hope I've got the names right. [253 words] [Drama]
The Rosary (Short Stories) May cause offense. [422 words]
The Spark (Short Stories) - [557 words]
The Thirteenth Station (Short Stories) - [8,024 words] [Horror]
The Village Green. (Short Stories) - [559 words] [Drama]
Three Mile Gap (Poetry) So close and yet... [285 words] [Drama]
Tomorrow Lies Beside Us (Poetry) - [239 words] [Drama]
Tusk (Short Stories) - [1,012 words] [Drama]
Under The Whether (Short Stories) - [1,626 words]
Watching And Waiting (Short Stories) - [1,253 words] [Drama]
White Icing (Short Stories) - [1,385 words]
Worlds Biggest Loser (Short Stories) - [114 words]
You Are My Sunshine (Short Stories) - [1,285 words]
READER'S REVIEWS (1)
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" Hair Bear & Farm Boy’s Review: ***We don’t typically review drama. Our main area of interest to read and co-write being humor, but I’m sure we can get a laugh out of this.*** Sweet Child Of Mine.Sue (Sooz) Simpson He was little more than a boy. Puppy fat ***Puppy fat, yum that sounds tasty, I love to eat puppies*** finally loosing the battle that it had so long dominated to the fresh strong muscle that bulged proudly on belly and calf. The first tentative shadow of bristle that had been hacked rather than shaved some hours earlier. A chin of corned beef ***corned beef with a side of puppy fat sounds even tastier*** shamelessly adorned with corners of bright pink toilet paper ***Gotta get me some of that***. A man-child yelling out in exultation “Hey look I shaved today” ***Hey get to the part where the girl’s shave their pussy. Hey get your mind out of the gutter, I’m talking about Persian cats, those things have to be shaven every summer*** He was little more than a boy sitting by his mother’s hospital bed.For three days he had sat at his mothers side ***And she said “Hey stop sitting on my side, your weight is killing me.”***. Leaving only for very short periods ***…………*** to attend to his hygiene and feeding needs. He hid his tears from the young nurses who fought each other to be the one to attend the sick lady and bat her eyelashes at the good-looking young man. He slept in the hard-backed chair with his head resting on his forearms. His hand closed protectively over his mother’s. He slept little and looked tired and weary.While awake he could hardly bear to look at his mother’s swollen face ***Ohhh Jabba jabba***. He had been the one to find her. Three days earlier he came home from college. She didn’t answer his shout of “Mum ***Tulip, Rose, Petunia, other flowers etc.*** I’m home, what’s for tea?” Carl confessed that he knew something was wrong. His mother was always there to welcome him home when he got in. He found her collapsed on the floor in the kitchen. ***Help I’ve fallen and I can’t get up.*** Her purse lay with its entrails bared on the carpet beside her. He hadn’t been able to tell the police how much money ‘they’ had got away with but he knew that his mother’s meagre wage went into the bank on a Friday. By the time Thursday night arrived her purse would hold little more than a few pounds and a handful of shrapnel. She had no chequebook or credit cards. She possessed no gold ***Where’s me gold?*** and as far as anyone knew she had not recently come into possession of the crown jewels ***Pssst take a lookie at my crown jewels, eh, nice huh?*** . Carl White’s mother had been beaten to a pulp for less than most young lads would spend on a decent night out. As he told the police, for all he knew the booty ***Gotta get me some booty. Booty call time.*** might even have been less than the price of a packet of cigarettes. ***$578.00 a pack.***The first twenty-four hours that Joyce had lain in the coma had been critical. Carl was told to prepare himself for the possibility that she wouldn’t see the night through. He was bereft ***He was bereft, and I was Farm Boy*** , never ate, never slept and never left her side. After the red light first twenty four-hour period had passed Joyce had lifted to a lighter state of unconsciousness. Waking for a moment here and there, groaning out in pain and confusion before drifting back into healing oblivion. Her morphine ***”Mmmmm morphine” Hair Bear says happily.*** had been upped and she had been moved to a side ward behind the nurse’s station on ward six. Still in the high dependency unit but no longer attached to twenty three wires and tubes. Still ‘very poorly but stable’ was the stock phrase used for patients in that particular bed. A policeman stood guard night and day for the first two days waiting for the moment she was lucid enough to make a statement. ***Sure as hell ain’t New York*** But as it became apparent that she was neither going to expire nor wake up full of the joys of spring and sing like a blackbird, the constant police presence gave way to intermittent guarding. By the third day their urgency seemed to have diluted to a “call us when she can talk to us “ left at the nurses station ***Now that’s more like New York cops***. And Carl was left to contemplate his frustration and the ineptitude of the local police force.The third time Joyce woke up she moaned out her son’s name. He reached over for her hand and held it gently, willing her to be all right. Frightened to broach the subject of the attack and yet wanting to probe softly to see what she could remember.“Sssshhhh it’s all right Mum ***Daffodil, Chrysanthemum, Magnolia*** , I’m here. Everything’s going to be okay. You’re in hospital and they say you’re going to be just fine. You were burgled ***Burgled by the Hamburgler, robble robble*** and beaten up, probably by youngsters the police say. Do you remember anything about it Mum?”Joyce screwed up her eyes ***She screwed up her eyes, ouch, that must be almost as bad as bolting your eyes closed, or taking a nail gun to them*** and winced, trying hard to bring into focus the events that had led her to so much agony. She rested her grey eyes on her son’s face ***She ripped them out of her sockets and flung them at his face where they gooeyly stuck*** and squeezed his hand with what little strength she could muster. He couldn’t return her smile ***because he hadn’t used proper postage*** and his eyes filled once again with tears.“I’m so sorry Mum. I’m so damned sorry I wasn’t there when this happened” ***And Mum says, “Yeah well you should have been there you little punk!”***Her eyes clouded over with pain and she ran back to the nothingness of being unconscious. ***Whee here I come!***The fourth day was an ordeal for Carl. Up until then the nursing staff had managed pretty successfully to hold the press back. ***If this is a major news story, then this definitely ain’t New York*** A statement had been given by one of the big-wig hospital suits ***Yes folks a talking suit. Did you know that Farm Boy has talking pants? It’s true*** as to the seriousness of the attack and the state of Mrs.Whites health. The press had camped in force in every B&B within a five mile radius of the hospital. ***Damn if this is a major major news story, then this gotta be one of this Podunk little towns where ain’t nothing happens*** The attack on a defenceless middle aged lady alone in her own house had been big enough news even in these violent times to warrant national coverage. ***If they think “that’s” a news story, they should come here sometime.*** Every tabloid wanted to get the enraged sons interview or better yet the waking interview scoop with Mrs.White herself. Partly due to the constant hounding ***Arf arf. Woof woof*** by the press and partly due to the fact that the police hadn’t uncovered a single lead in the case and were getting heavily breathed on from above something had to be seen to be done. It was decided that Carl should go on live television to do an appeal for information.For two hours he was taken away from his mother’s side and coached in what he should say. ***I did not have sexual relations with that woman… Miss Lewinsky.*** The interview was to go out live to the four major national networks ***Which as everyone knows are NBC, CBS, ABC, and the Farm Boy Channel***. It would be shown on every news bulletin throughout the day. He was washed and blown dry, covered in claggy ***My dear Aunt Claggy, god rest her soul*** make-up and made to feel ridiculous. ***Just like Hair Bear*** “Why couldn’t he just get it over with and get back to his mum for chrissake. Yes he knew what he was going to say. No he didn’t need to go through with it one more time, and No thank-you if he drank one more glass of bloody water he would have more to worry about than a moist upper lip.”The interview was not a success and frantic police officers made elaborate ‘cutting’ motions to the cameras. Carl had become very emotional leaping from the teak interview table and overturning it in fury. ***Raw monkey fury*** Everything had started off okay.“If anyone, anywhere has any information at all about what happened to my mum, I would be very grateful if you will come forward. Any information passed to us will be treated with the strictest conf… and then he had snapped.“I’m going to get the bastards who did this to my mum. And I’m warning you, you scum when I do your’e going to be so sorry you were ever fucking born you sons of bit…” ***Oh yea, sure that’s gonna make them give themselves up, uh huh!***This was not at all the image they wanted to portray. The poor kid was distraut fair enough but they had been aiming for the sympathy vote, not some raving loony on a vigilante crusade. Carl had been escorted from the room while the TV. Crews loved every second of coverage they were getting. Okay the interview would be cut from the later broadcasts but this one went out live to the lunch time nation. ***An entire nation dedicated to lunch time. My kinda country.***It took a long time to calm Carl down. Even after he had returned to his mother’s sick room he was still ranting at his mother’s friend who had been called to assist in the interview. Joyce woke up twice that afternoon and both times he yelled at her “Mum who did this to you? What did they look like? Can you tell me anything ANYTHING at all that will help me find them. I’m going to kill them for what they did to you”That night he left the hospital on the pretence of going home for some sleep. Two hours later he was involved in a street fight with some local youths that had called him a nutter after seeing the television interview. Carl had never fought before, but it came oddly easy to him. He told the police that it had been target practise for the real battle. ***Yes be sure to tell the cops that you’re practicing to kill people. I’m sure “that” will always go over well*** One of the youths needed hospital treatment for a cut eye. Carl had to be cautioned. The police made every allowance for his state of mind but he just couldn’t be allowed to take his anger out on the general public.That night Joyce had a nightmare. She was lying on the cold tiles of the kitchen floor, her hands raised in a feeble attempt to cover her head. The leg clad in black jeans just kept on kicking her. Kicking, Kicking, Kicking. In her sleep she curled feotally and moaned loudly.The man was still booting her in the face, in the soft yielding flesh of her belly. The nightmare attacker yelled the same word over and over again.“ No,No,No,No,No” Andthen the dream abruptly changed she was dishing out cottage pie for Carl. He had just come in from college and everything was nice. Bright yellow lighting. Bright yellow wallpaper her nice bright yellow life. Carl was telling her about the night out he had planned with his mates.Joyce woke up screaming at the top of her voice “Don’t tell me NO!”Carl was at her side in an instant calming, soothing being the good boy that he always was. Such a good boy. Such a comfort. She’d had him late in life. He never blamed her for that. Never blamed her for not being able to give him everything he wanted. All the material things that the other boys had. Some of his friends drove cars already but that was way beyond Joyce’s budget. Carl was a sensible lad and said that once he had finished with his apprenticeship and college he would be able to afford himself a decent car. All his hard work would pay off and then he’d look after her for a change and see that she got some of the nicer things in life. Carl knew it had been tough for his mother bringing him up on her own. He admired her for her strength and happy character. Life had not been easy for them all the time, but they had always had each other and respect and love had seen them through the difficult times.Carl was seventeen now. He had grown into such a son to be proud of.Joyce turned her face into the pillow to hide her tears of shame. She saw Carl’s face again. Then she saw it, as it had been last Thursday when she’d asked him not to go out that night. A beautiful face contorted with ugly rage.“Don’t tell me no you old bitch” joyce closed her eyes to blot out the vision of the size ten boot crashing down towards her face. Copyright © 2000 Sue (Sooz) Simpson Published on the World Wide Web by "www.storymania.com" ------------- Ace Bandage’s Review: Right around this line “The police made every allowance for his state of mind but he just couldn’t be allowed to take his anger out on the general public.” I figured out the “surprise” ending. Perhaps it wasn’t surprising enough or perhaps I’m just too smart for my own good, I don’t know. " -- Cam Davis.

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