Wednesday, 27 June 2012

INTO THE BLUE - 300 Word Story Contest - June 2012 - Linda Palund


            Thomas showed me to our usual table overlooking the dining terrace. David wasn’t there waiting for me.
            I ordered a black coffee and took out my diary.  The one I use for my regular job.  I stared at the empty pages and thought about David, the way the blue of his eyes reflected whatever space he was in.
            After 30 minutes, I began to feel concerned.  After 45 minutes, Thomas asked me if I wanted to order something.
             “Could you bring me the bill, please?” I said, wondering what space David was in now.
            “Of course, Madam.”
            I paid in cash, then rose, studying the crowd outside.  Sunlight streamed through the latticework onto the tables.  Everyone looked happy. No one looked towards me. 
            I walked casually through the restaurant, planning my next step. When an agent loses their handler, they must follow protocol.  I sent a text.             
            “I’ve broken the heel of my shoe. Can you bring me another pair?”
            “Sorry, I can’t.”
            That was it then.  The fragile wall separating me from disaster crumbled.  I read the news on my phone:  “Man killed in hit and run outside Opera identified as David Gold, software designer.”
            I walked downhill from St Denis, into the Jewish Quarter, and deposited my message in the “Building fund” box outside an ancient synagogue, a £2 note.
            I took the small valise from the locker I kept at Gare Du Nord, containing two changes of clothes and $50,000 in cash, and boarded the next train to Amsterdam.            
            In the lowlands, the blue water reflected a perfect image of the train.  I wondered if David was really dead.  
            I knew I had been nothing more than a useful tool to him, but without him, I wasn’t sure what use I was to anyone.  


  1. 300 words suits you better than 100, I think. The way you place the subject in her environment is lovely and masterful.

  2. 300 words really allows for a few more precious words. Adding instead of cutting. What a joy. I read the piece twice, I had to because there was a lot going on in there with visuals for me. Your story. Now I find myself worried for this one who just spirited away. I can feel the unrelenting insecurity that is slowing wrapping her it it's arms.

    David...poor David dead as a door nail...or is he?

    Very intriguing but still unsettling and made me begin to get nervous.. You did a great job subtly creating this tension growing.

    Where is the pic? I have a story I need to is about to pop out. xo sussin

  3. Do you mean this coffee pick or a new picture? I am trying only to write our big stories - The Dream House, but I did this on a suggestion from Alex Wilson. However, thank you . I started with almost 800 words. They came out fast and I didn't realise how tiny 300 would turn out to be. It took a lot of editing to get the story to exist in only 300 words! Weird, isn't it? I mean writing. But it is all good practice. I want your DREAMHOUSE NOW!

  4. This is my first time wading through your words, and I am finding it a joyful venture. I like the 100, the 300, the various intricacies of prompts that spark your creativity. I like your writing style most of all. I will enjoy each visit as I continue to savour the flavour of your words.

  5. Thank you so much. I have been working on a novel and have not been doing my usual flash fictions, but your words of praise have inspired me to plunge in once more. Really. Thank you, Lindaura