MG Mason

Snippet Sunday 13/9/15: Forgotten: Part 1


A new serial! My first for a while and its one I’ve been playing around with for some time but I’m stuck in two minds about it add I think it might have longevity. It could later become a novella, all going well.

‘Good morning handsome!’

Slowly, groggily he turned to face the voice in the bed next to him. It was a woman and she was naked; the duvet was gathered up over her lower back, exposing delicate, slender, tanned shoulders draped in messy blonde hair that was the only thing protecting her modesty. ‘Good morning,’ was his cautious reply, offering her a warm smile.

She turned to face him and it was all he could do not to look at her bare chest. ‘You certainly slept well but I’m not surprised after the whiskey you had last night. When you and Rob get together there is nothing to stopyou two.’

He rubbed his head, trying to remember. ‘Ah, that explains it. It’s all a little hazy now.’

She chuckled. ‘You know how you get on whiskey. I tell you all the time but you never listen.’ she leaned forward and kissed him firmly on the lips. ‘Eugh, that whiskey taste is not good the following morning. No more kisses for you until you’re cleaned up. Oh, and I’m having a shower first!’

He watched her, dumbfounded as she leapt out of the bed and bounded over, almost skipping to the doorway on the other side of the room, disappeared through it and locked the door. A few seconds later he heard the distinct sound of a power shower starting up and her soft voice hum a familiar tune.

He climbed out of bed and made his way to the right to investigate the other door. It was a simple kitchen with all the usual appliances; beyond it appeared to be a living room – nothing out of the ordinary there. Then he turned his attention back to the blinds at the far end of the bedroom, noticing the sunlight aching to break through. He slid a hand between the two slats, gently eased them open and peered through the small gap. He too was naked and didn’t want to scare anyone if the apartment happened to look out over a busy road.

He needn’t have worried; the apartment was at least 200 floors up and looked out over a great expanse of buildings, greenery and expressways far below. The nearest high rise looked to be around 3 miles away and it was clustered with four others. They were of an unusual design, not quite straight and with rounded angles that made them look like gnarled oak trees that had had all their branches cut off, leaving only the trunk.

‘Hmmm, that’s why I married you, that’s one fine arse you have.’ He hadn’t heard her exit the bathroom and almost jumped in surprise. He let go of the slats and turned to face her again, giving her a warm smile again. She stood there in only a towel; as he leaned in for a kiss she put a finger to his lips. ‘Ah, ah, ah. Whiskey breath, remember?! Have a shower and I’ll make breakfast while you’re in there. Full English ok?’

‘Yes please!’ He headed into the bathroom and locked the door, pressing his ear against the panel. After about a minute, he heard the sounds of the kettle boiling in the kitchen and she was one again humming a familiar tune.

He turned to the mirror, rested his hands on the rim of the basin and let out a sigh. After a few seconds he spoke in a tone low enough that nobody else could hear him. ‘Mirror, mirror on the wall I have just two questions this morning. One: where the fuck am I? Two: who the fuck is that woman?’

Most shockingly, the mirror answered back.

Go straight to part 2 here.