Daily Flash Fiction Challenge 60: The Big Rig Charity

This is the 60th a series of 365 Flash Fiction stories I’m writing. You can find out more about the challenge here.

The Big Rig Charity, by Jonathan L. Lawrence, 30th January 2012

Word count: 592

The story:

“When I grow up, I want to be an astronaut!” little Henry had shouted in nursery when asked.

So obviously he’d become a truck driver. It was a good life though, he loved the open road, the checks and scorecards, miles per hour, per gallon and per tonne satisfied his OCD, and he wrote songs as he drove, kept himself entertained and alert.

Henry enjoyed his work. His personal life not so much, twice divorced, currently single, no kids. His brother looked down on him for some reason. His parents had both died while he and his brother were in their twenties, his brother was his only family, aside from two ex-wives, but he was only on speaking terms with one of them.

Still it wasn’t so bad, he spent the better part of fifty hours a week on the road, which was ample distraction from all these worries.

That’s a big part of the reason why he volunteered for the mission. That and he genuinely cared about the cause.

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Daily Flash Fiction Challenge 59: Honest Hero

This is the 59th a series of 365 Flash Fiction stories I’m writing. You can find out more about the challenge here.

Honest Hero, by Jonathan L. Lawrence, 29th January 2012

Word count: 852

The Story:

“You’re a hero,” the young woman said as she wrapped her arms round his neck and planted a warm wry kiss in his cheek.

“Erm,” the Yorkshireman struggled to get his bearings, “It was nothing.”

“Let me shake the hand of the finest man on this island, if not the world,” the brash American said in his Hawaiian shirt.

It was all kind of comical really, the Yorkshireman hasn’t actually done much at all. Not really, yes he’d stood in front of the would be kidnapper almost instinctively, but he was still no threat to the kidnapper. Someone else from out of no where floored the guy.

The police arrived, they arrested the still unconscious kidnapper, spoke to the boy he’d tried to take, and they were asking questions of bystanders , and people would point at the Yorkshireman.

“So you saved the boy?”the policeman finally asked in heavily accented English.

“No honestly, I just stepped out in front,” the Yorkshireman, preferring honesty.

“You must be like wall,” the policeman said conspiratorily.

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