The below is dedicated to the person who rang me at halfpast 2 this morning from a withheld number.
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Why do you ring me at halfpast two? Tell me, please do.
The sound of my mobile echoing around, dragging me from sleep profound.
I answered the phone, no one there, cursing inwardly I return to my lair.
Whoever you are, whatever you do, refrain from calling me at halfpast two!
Richard felt that familiar frisson as he pulled Julie close. The smell of her hair, scented with jasmine sent his pulse off the scale. He never tired of gazing into those blue eyes, they held oceans of desire in which he could swim forever.
The illicit nature of the affair was, Richard thought part of it’s attraction. His girlfriend, Susie sat in the room next door watching television, blissfully unaware of the betrayal which was taking place virtually under her nose. The thought of his girlfriend catching him in the act made Richard feel sick with fear and desire.
Richard was addicted. He had reached that stage in his addiction in which the only way to deal with his feelings of guilt was to drown them by plunging ever deeper into the inviting waters of lust. Fully immersed, Richard gave way with desperate abandon to his desires. Julie had no limits, they had engaged in acts which Susie would never entertain in a thousand years.
“I love you, I love you” Julie moaned as Richard’s hands explored her perfect body.
She was his ideal girl. They never argued. Julie’s perfectly manicured nails, her immaculately styled long brown hair and those ideally proportioned breasts (not to big and not to small) where just as Richard desired them to be.
Richard knew that he could never become bored with this beautiful girl and, in the extremely unlikely event that their relationship became stale he could always purchase another of the increasingly life-like sexbots which the mid 21st century had to offer.
Why risk sexually transmitted diseases when one could have your perfect virtual girlfriend made to order? No danger with a virtual girl of her becoming jealous of your other partner. Julie would be making no calls in the dead of night, there would be no incriminating texts for Susie to discover on Richard’s mobile. It was, he thought the perfect solution, an affair without guilt accept, for some unaccountable reason Richard’s conscience gnawed away at him.
“You’re a bloody doll. Well a highly developed one but still a damn doll. This means nothing. Absolutely nothing” Richard whispered in Julie’s ear so as not to be overheard by his girlfriend next door.
Was it a trick of the light or where Julie’s eyes swimming with tears?
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Susie sat, her head pillowed on Jon’s shoulder. Softly she traced his strong jawline.
“I love you Susie”, Jon said, gently taking her face in his hands and planting a tender kiss on Susie’s lips.
Guilty desire welled up in Susie. Richard was in the room next door, what if he where to come in and see her in the arms of another man. He would never forgive her. Lust and common sense contended in Susie’s breast. Then, as is so often the case hot lust triumphed over staid rationality.
With a moan Susie grasped Jon to her. “It’s only a sexbot” Susie thought as she released the great tide of desire pent up inside her.
This post is by way of an update on the anthology to raise money for the Guide Dogs for the Blind Association (GDBA), the UK based charity which trains dogs for the blind without receiving any financial support from the government. Thus far I have received contributions from the following people:
Sue Vincent – http://scvincent.com/
Kev Cooper – http://kevs-domain.net/
Anju – http://cupitonians.wordpress.com/ and
Sally Cronin – http://smorgasbordinvitation.wordpress.com/
Many thanks to Sally, Kev, Anju and Sue for their contributions. Thanks also go to Dave Higgins who is editing the anthology free of charge and to everyone who has offered to provide a story, poem or other contribution. The anthology is still in need of contributions. If you can provide a poem, story or other animal (preferably dog related but it doesn’t have to be) content then please do get in touch. You can contact me by e-mail at newauthoronline (at) gmail . com (the address is rendered in this manner to try and defeat spammers).
Kevin
The singing of a blackbird stops me dead in my tracks. Enraptured by his music I stand wallowing in beauty.
The cloak of evening softly creeps over the land. His music continues and still I stand.
“Are you OK?” a voice, as from another world asks.
“Yes” I reply.
The magic broken I go on my way.
He, later to family perhaps,
“I saw a strange man today. He stood, head cocked, listening to I know not what”.
I see you, bare feet leaving traces in the damp sand.
Lost in beauty, you watch the gulls as they wheel and cry.
The salt sea caresses your sun kissed skin.
The birds continue to scream overhead.
The sceen overpowers, your tears mingle and are lost in the great atlantic.
In my dreams I glimpse you, a girl walking along the beach.
I have updated my About page to include links to my recent guest post Managing online distractions on Butterfly on a Broomstick, my author interview on Author Interviews, and my two poems Vampire and Dalliance on Calamities Press.
Visit my About page here: http://newauthoronline.com/about/
I have at long last got around to updating my Amazon Author Page. I have added an additional photograph showing my guide dog Trigger and I outside the Roebuck pub in Richmond. I have also added a link to my Author page on amazon.com.
To visit the Author Page please click here http://www.amazon.co.uk/-/e/B00CEECWHY
Many thanks to Fiona of Authorsinterviews for publishing an interview with me on her blog. You can find my interview here (http://authorsinterviews.wordpress.com/2014/10/19/here-is-my-interview-with-kevin-morris/).
I am pleased to announce that Calamities Press have published my flash fiction piece, Vampire which can be found here (https://calamitiespress.com/2014/10/19/vampire-slippy-realism-by-kevin-morris/).
Last year the Royal National Institute of The Blind (RNIB) ran a writing competition with the theme “A day In The Life”, which was judged by RNIB members and the writer Natalie Haines, (for a podcast of the entries please visit http://dl.groovygecko.net/anon.groovy/clients/rnib/Vision-65-podcast.mp3).
The winning entry imagines a day in the life of Blind Willie Purvis, a blind singer/song writer who toured the pubs of Newcastle regaling the locals with his singing. Purvis’s life was an interesting one (for a short article on him please visit http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Purvis_%28Blind_Willie%29).
The runner up is also well worth a listen. In it Hariet Smith describes her first day attending Worcester College For The Blind. Hariet movingly describes the sense of uncertainty and loss experienced by a child attending a new school (in this case as a boarder).
RNIB’s current writing competition asks entrants to submit crime stories or court room dramas. Entries will be judged in 2015.
K Morris - Poet 