Author: beasteyes

A journey in the night [x-post /r/DirtyWritingPrompts ] [MF] [cheating] [train]

[WP] We're traveling on a train through the European countryside. It's 1946. We're seated near each other in the dining car. I am alone. You are with your wife….

I was assigned to a position with one of the reconstruction banks in the British occupied Zone of West Germany. I would be there for at least 2 years, but it was a good opportunity for future advancement. The Government paid to pack up my own and my wife’s belongings to be moved as well as a 1st class train ticket. I had been looking forward to the trip because it would be a luxurious treat. Things had been strained between my wife and I for some time. I had been travelling non-stop since the start of the war and had barely seen my wife for five years. We had grown apart and even simple acts of intimacy were now impossible. I still had a great deal of affection for her and I hoped that the move would bring us closer. Read more »

A Night on the Town [MF]

The night was dark and rainy, like many are in October in the bustling metropolis of London. It had been a long day at work for Amanda, but thankfully, it was Friday. She had nothing to do the next day, except perhaps sleep late and pamper herself with a bath. As darkness fell, the gloominess of the day was banished by the lights of the city. Like any other Friday, the city had a buzz of cheer and excitement as people made their way home for the weekend, despite the chill and rain. Amanda took the tube back to her small apartment. She had been invited out by her best friend Sarah, for a night on the town, and the prospect excited her. The 26 year old marketing associate was glad to strip off her low heel shoes, fitted black slacks and jacket. She took a second to look over her body while undoing the white cotton shirt that covered her upper body. Read more »

A walk in the woods [MF]

The weather reflected Katherine’s mood. She had never felt so alone and the black skies and bitter winds helped to numb her mind from the deep sense of sorrow that her loss had caused. At the still tender age of 18, Katherine had watched both of her parents and her sister succumb to the ravages of the Black Death. Over the course of those terrible two months, death had come gradually but with resolution and inevitability casting a shadow over a once happy home. The whole country was affected by the plague and society had begun to break down. Religious fanatics roamed streets filled with doctors and the body collectors, claiming that the pandemic was the result of man’s sins. Almost every family had lost someone and the comings and goings of normal life had been largely suspended. Read more »