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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Fairy Tales & Fantasy
- Subject: Fantasy / Dreams / Wishes
- Published: 07/03/2015
The Other Sun
Born 1989, M, from Sydney, AustraliaOstentatious, the sharp velvet hugged against him, tight enough to be over fitted, but not snug enough to be presumed a second hand, pass to the pauper charitable donation. Glittered expensive spikes prodded the soft breeze as the casual walk became a full fledge strut through Camden.
A shine, a wonderful robust glow. People didn’t love it, but, Peter Bertandi felt great. He hadn’t always. There were cold winters, full of foreboding, dark thoughts, but now a glittering ray of delight had consumed his soul.
“Hello Mr Bertandi.” Grimmel said with no warmth.
Peter shined his new, but trademarked smile. “Grimmel, you’re as handsome as you were on your twenty-fifth birthday.”
“That was yesterday.” He replied.
“I know.” Peter produced a small little token box from his satchel. “Here you are my friend. Sorry I missed it.”
Grimmel opened the green, rather expensive box, careful not to drop it. He gasped. Never in his less than impressive twenty-five years had had he seen such beauty. The hands didn’t tick but slid with no rust, no awkward leaps, perfect time keeping, but backwards. He stared at it without blinking, then due to his re-occurring dry eye had to blink for ten seconds. Like an excited child he examined the silver object. The correct time went backwards again.
“How?”
Peter Grinned. “It’s a reminder. Time isn’t perfect, it’s not always working against you.” He laughed, “Plus next time you’re running late you can just stare at the watch for a few minutes and you will be early…”
Peter was off, up the stairs and into the magnificent ambience that was Holsten Building. Although he disliked Mr Bertandi, a warm sensation close to admiration and gratitude entered his mind. He spent the next hour greeting the customers with his face down to the remarkable toy as minutes reverted before his eyes. If he gazed elsewhere his eyes always returned to the correct time.
Denise was less than impressed by the cheerful, insincere vibe Peter had exuded the last couple of months since the big divorce with Amy Fairfax. At least when he was a pompous bastard he was genuine, effective, and closed a deal just as she had closed the door on her mother. Now he was nice, if not braggy, but worse he let clients slip under the guise of ethical boundaries. No hard selling, No pushy salesman. It was like he exuded a sugary non-sense from his body.
“Peter.” She nodded.
“Hello Denise, you look Stunning.”
“Peter… I look like shit. Probably smell too. Haven’t showered since the hot water went out two days ago.”
“You don’t. But if you like you can go have a shower at mine.” He said, jingling his keys. “Come back whenever you’re ready.”
She slumped unimpressed. “No thank you.”
Mr Bravity waddled into the decorated corridor swinging a bag of pennies. His demeanour was jovial and today he looked as if he’d won a basket of glee. “Beauty incarnate, you are a delight Denise. How are you dear?” He said embracing her in a fatherly manner. “Gosh, you need a bath.”
“Hot waters out dad.”
He huffed in a jolly Santa Claus way. “Peter, those shoes could poke my eyes out. I love them. Can Denise shower at your place?”
Peter smiled politely, “Of course.”
“Great, off you go sweetheart.”
She snapped at the keys and stormed out.
“She’s more like her mother every day.” Mr Bravity said laughing, “Determined, beautiful, but rigid as a burnt piece of toast.”
Peter retrieved a file from desk cabinet Alpha, Delta 710. “She is a true go getter.” The sudden urge was squashed by good sense to throw the file on the open fire. Not that he was disingenuous. Life was running smooth as an engine after its bi-annual service. It was just logic. The only time he felt negative was staring at these manila folders knowing he was shovelling pretty, insincerity into poor people’s throats.
“I know what you’re thinking Peter.”
“You do?”
It was likely as he was a master telepath.
“What do you think?”
“I believe we differ with our points of view on the service provided here. This being said, your happiness does not come from your job at Devine Logic, thus you should do as your heart desires.”
“Thank you sir.”
“Your welcome. Put me down as a reference. I’ll knock the socks off any prospective new employers for you.”
“I trust you would.”
Peter turned to walk away.
“Peter?”
“Yes.”
“If you see Denise on the way out can you do me a favour?”
“Sure.”
“Marry her; she needs a good man in her life.”
Peter laughed, “That’s precisely why you don’t want me as a son in law.”
Solemn and heartfelt the warmth baring man sighed. “Amy wasn’t your fault Peter.”
A generous remark, but to Peter, untrue. Mr Bravity was as solid a person in nature as he was in girth. He would miss him.
Peter passed Grimmel who seemed cheerful.
“Leaving so soon Sir?”
Peter laughed, “I quit.”
“Really, Why?” He said shocked with one eye still on the watch.
“Time is about how fast you’re moving. If I want to stay young and happy, I have to move hastily away from here.” He winked. “Have a great life Grimmel. Hope you like your present.”
“Farewell Peter.” He mumbled, then looked back to the marvellous contraption on his wrist. Peter became a blur between the dominating light of the two suns. I have all the time in the world. But if don’t, I’ll just stare at this tinker toy a little longer and make the time.
The Other Sun(Michael Dartnell)
Ostentatious, the sharp velvet hugged against him, tight enough to be over fitted, but not snug enough to be presumed a second hand, pass to the pauper charitable donation. Glittered expensive spikes prodded the soft breeze as the casual walk became a full fledge strut through Camden.
A shine, a wonderful robust glow. People didn’t love it, but, Peter Bertandi felt great. He hadn’t always. There were cold winters, full of foreboding, dark thoughts, but now a glittering ray of delight had consumed his soul.
“Hello Mr Bertandi.” Grimmel said with no warmth.
Peter shined his new, but trademarked smile. “Grimmel, you’re as handsome as you were on your twenty-fifth birthday.”
“That was yesterday.” He replied.
“I know.” Peter produced a small little token box from his satchel. “Here you are my friend. Sorry I missed it.”
Grimmel opened the green, rather expensive box, careful not to drop it. He gasped. Never in his less than impressive twenty-five years had had he seen such beauty. The hands didn’t tick but slid with no rust, no awkward leaps, perfect time keeping, but backwards. He stared at it without blinking, then due to his re-occurring dry eye had to blink for ten seconds. Like an excited child he examined the silver object. The correct time went backwards again.
“How?”
Peter Grinned. “It’s a reminder. Time isn’t perfect, it’s not always working against you.” He laughed, “Plus next time you’re running late you can just stare at the watch for a few minutes and you will be early…”
Peter was off, up the stairs and into the magnificent ambience that was Holsten Building. Although he disliked Mr Bertandi, a warm sensation close to admiration and gratitude entered his mind. He spent the next hour greeting the customers with his face down to the remarkable toy as minutes reverted before his eyes. If he gazed elsewhere his eyes always returned to the correct time.
Denise was less than impressed by the cheerful, insincere vibe Peter had exuded the last couple of months since the big divorce with Amy Fairfax. At least when he was a pompous bastard he was genuine, effective, and closed a deal just as she had closed the door on her mother. Now he was nice, if not braggy, but worse he let clients slip under the guise of ethical boundaries. No hard selling, No pushy salesman. It was like he exuded a sugary non-sense from his body.
“Peter.” She nodded.
“Hello Denise, you look Stunning.”
“Peter… I look like shit. Probably smell too. Haven’t showered since the hot water went out two days ago.”
“You don’t. But if you like you can go have a shower at mine.” He said, jingling his keys. “Come back whenever you’re ready.”
She slumped unimpressed. “No thank you.”
Mr Bravity waddled into the decorated corridor swinging a bag of pennies. His demeanour was jovial and today he looked as if he’d won a basket of glee. “Beauty incarnate, you are a delight Denise. How are you dear?” He said embracing her in a fatherly manner. “Gosh, you need a bath.”
“Hot waters out dad.”
He huffed in a jolly Santa Claus way. “Peter, those shoes could poke my eyes out. I love them. Can Denise shower at your place?”
Peter smiled politely, “Of course.”
“Great, off you go sweetheart.”
She snapped at the keys and stormed out.
“She’s more like her mother every day.” Mr Bravity said laughing, “Determined, beautiful, but rigid as a burnt piece of toast.”
Peter retrieved a file from desk cabinet Alpha, Delta 710. “She is a true go getter.” The sudden urge was squashed by good sense to throw the file on the open fire. Not that he was disingenuous. Life was running smooth as an engine after its bi-annual service. It was just logic. The only time he felt negative was staring at these manila folders knowing he was shovelling pretty, insincerity into poor people’s throats.
“I know what you’re thinking Peter.”
“You do?”
It was likely as he was a master telepath.
“What do you think?”
“I believe we differ with our points of view on the service provided here. This being said, your happiness does not come from your job at Devine Logic, thus you should do as your heart desires.”
“Thank you sir.”
“Your welcome. Put me down as a reference. I’ll knock the socks off any prospective new employers for you.”
“I trust you would.”
Peter turned to walk away.
“Peter?”
“Yes.”
“If you see Denise on the way out can you do me a favour?”
“Sure.”
“Marry her; she needs a good man in her life.”
Peter laughed, “That’s precisely why you don’t want me as a son in law.”
Solemn and heartfelt the warmth baring man sighed. “Amy wasn’t your fault Peter.”
A generous remark, but to Peter, untrue. Mr Bravity was as solid a person in nature as he was in girth. He would miss him.
Peter passed Grimmel who seemed cheerful.
“Leaving so soon Sir?”
Peter laughed, “I quit.”
“Really, Why?” He said shocked with one eye still on the watch.
“Time is about how fast you’re moving. If I want to stay young and happy, I have to move hastily away from here.” He winked. “Have a great life Grimmel. Hope you like your present.”
“Farewell Peter.” He mumbled, then looked back to the marvellous contraption on his wrist. Peter became a blur between the dominating light of the two suns. I have all the time in the world. But if don’t, I’ll just stare at this tinker toy a little longer and make the time.
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