H is for Home

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An elderly couple got up and left and the waitress took her time clearing and cleaning their table, taking more journeys to and from the kitchen than was necessary in an attempt to draw out the work. To keep herself occupied, or to quicken the passing of time. He stared into his black coffee and considered what else, after tonight, could possibly bring him back to this place. He hated coming home.

Home is a funny place, isn’t it? In my case, it’s 17 Maple Drive, Taunton. That’s where I hang my hat, as it were, with Samuel and Samantha Smith, decent, regular folk who are kind enough to put out a bowl of milk and the occasional plate of gizzards. But that’s because I know how to play them, melt their hearts by rubbing against them and purring, with that plaintive look in my eyes.

I’ll let you in on a secret though. Sometimes I think I’ve outgrown the Smiths. I get this feeling that my real home is the streets, the sensation of prowling, alert and alive as I hunt. Home is the wait, tense and immobile, prey in my sights. Home is the kill. In fact I’ve been thinking recently that I’ve outgrown the whole of Taunton. I may be Lord High Clawncellor, feared and revered, but I think I was made for bigger and better things. My destiny lies elsewhere.

Coffee, Whisky and Funeral, Nicholas J. Parr’s story in Cat Tales, the anthology drawn from last year’s Book a Break short story competition, is full of desolation. The sort you find beneath a pier on an empty beach at night. Which is where the story ends. And I tell you straight, that ending sent a shiver down my spine. Still does, every time I think of it. What happens, you see, is that – uh-oh! Sorry! Can’t go there. Let’s just say that when you read it, you’ll see why I trembled at the end, awash with existential angst. And let me assure you it takes a powerful story for a cat like me to get an attack of anything existential, let alone angst.

In his own words: Nicholas J. Parr is an aspiring young writer based on the island of Guernsey in the Channel Islands. A former architecture student and a graduate of the University of Brighton, Nick discovered he found far more enjoyment in writing stories than designing buildings. When not reading or writing, he’ll be at the pub. Or sleeping. You can keep updated on Nick’s progress at www.nicholasjparr.com

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7 Comments

  1. But if you leave your cozy house on Maple Drive for good, and live by your undeniable wits and feline prowess, you’ll become all scruffy and unkempt. You’ll lose your connection to the Internet. You’ll lose your chance to watch half a million or two cat videos. Can you really give all that up for life on the mean streets? We… I shall miss you terribly if you go.

    You will stay for the duration of the A to Z Challenge, won’t you?

    • Oh, I don’t wish to denigrate the lovely town of Taunton, Hilary. But the itch to travel is getting too strong. I especially wish to see Utopia, of which I’ve read such marvellous things. I will certainly keep you informed of what I see.

  2. Reblogged this on Space, Time, and Raspberries and commented:
    Some stories make you think about your own life in an existential way. You’ll find a chance or two in Cat Tales, too! Proceeds go to Cats Protection and the Against Malaria Foundation. Help the world — purchase Cat Tales.

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