Forgotten by Steve Bridger - 206 Word Stories - Bag of Bones Press
long can you sit still?’ Daddy asks.
beam with pride, desperate to impress.
you’re posing for a picture,’ he says gently. ‘Still as a statue.’ He wraps an
itchy woollen scarf
around my neck. The wind blows low and cold through tiny gaps in the windows of
the little wooden shack. I’ve never seen so much snow outside.
‘Like when Mummy had her scan. No matter how much your nose might itch or you want to scratch or cough. Do not move.’ Taking the axe, he kisses me on the forehead and disappears into the howling dead of night.
my head, I play musical statues. Twirling and dancing. When the imaginary music
stops, my muscles clamp shut. My breath is held. I sit motionless, even my eyes
unmoving. I watch the snow continue to fall in silence.
said he’s coming back.
seemed easier when I was little. A single chocolate bar could feed me for days.
The frayed magazines would entertain me for hours. I’ve lost track of time.
for first light, I say a prayer as I did for Mummy. I stow a sharp blade into
my boot and open the rickety door.
isn’t coming back.
Steve Bridger is a sleepy
animator and illustrator originating from Essex in the UK. He’s
entered into several amateur writing competitions, coming second in a short
story competition and shortlisted in another. While by day his main focus is design and
illustration; by night, he enjoys creative writing and attempting flash
fiction. He currently lives in
Cheltenham with some house plants.