Punking Up the Harbour

Taken at Steampunk Doncaster: 4 July 2015

Taken at Steampunk Doncaster: 4 July 2015

Some November flash fiction for you

It’s cold, so cold. Plastic doesn’t float well, you see. Neither does brass: either kind. As a Yorkshire Steampunk, I know about brass. And I know it won’t save me, not now.

Crumpets and tea, crumpets and tea, she said. So where have your jolly japes brought you now? she asked. She mocked me, from her superior position on the pier. Even then, God help me, I thought how good she looked in top hat, goggles, and short-cut riding jodhpurs, and those boots, oh, those gorgeous boots, climbing up those wonderful legs, creeping up to her glorious thighs.

Steampunk Doncaster: 4 July 2015

Steampunk Doncaster: 4 July 2015

I was a fool for her. I’ve been a fool for her, ever since I first met her at her dad’s DIY stall on Donny market, where I went looking for parts for costumes. Even now, with the full moon shining on the bay, brighter than gold on a fob watch, I thought to myself, how did I, George Perkins – accountant by weekday, Steampunk by night and long weekend – manage to captivate such a beautiful girl?

The accountant in me answers: tot it up, George. Look at the ledgers. Her beauty – in the black. My savings – in the red.

Steampunk Doncaster: 4 July 2015

Steampunk Doncaster:2015

The tide is against me, now. She is smiling. The last thing I hear, as I swallow my final draught of the North Sea, is the click, click, click of those fabulous, murderous boots.

Bridlington: Sept 2015

Bridlington: Sept 2015

If you enjoyed this short story, check out the “Storytime” section of this blog, and my short story collections, “What! No Pudding?” and “Koi Carpe Diem”.

You can also come to Doncaster Brewery & Tap and hear myself and other writers read at “Well Spoken!” on Thurs 12th November, or “A Thanksgiving Read” on Thurs 26th November. “A Thanksgiving Read” will feature Steampunk author Craig Hallam.

About Sheila N

Enough about me. Art by Tom Brown.
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