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Snapshots


A Short Story


A random act of violence against a proud elderly man triggers a family tragedy that resonates down the years. It has to end somewhere.


Please note this story contains a reference to self-harm. It also makes reference to a gay relationship and discipline practices. If such things are likely to offend then proceed no further.


Fabian Black


Copyright © Fabian Black 2011


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Table of Contents:


Snapshots One

Snapshots Two

Snapshots Three

Snapshots Four

Snapshots Five

Snapshots Six

Snapshots Seven





Snapshots

One


After straightening his tie in the mirror, Edward Brighton smoothed a little Brylcreem through his hair, which even with the advance of years was still abundant, albeit silver instead of brown.

Stepping back, he inspected himself in the glass: smart grey suit, white shirt, red and black regimental tie, black shoes polished to a gleaming shine, as were the campaign medals pinned to his jacket.

Yes, he gave a snappy little nod of satisfaction, he’d do. Heading briskly into the kitchen he set about stage two of his carefully planned day.

Opening a tin of best red salmon he mashed it into a ceramic bowl and put it down on the floor, smiling with affection as Bill, his companion of almost eighteen years set about it with purrs of relish.

“That’s my good boy.” Stooping down he ran a hand along the cat’s broad black back. “You enjoy, you deserve it, my loyal friend. I’m going to start work in the living room. You come when you’re ready.”


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