Nightshift
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Nightshift is an anthology of short stories and one poem from popular Narrator Magazine contributor Aristidis Metaxas.
Aristidis's stories are heartwarming, amusing and always uniquely truthful.
Enjoy the following ten touching and insightful works:
Anniversary
A Christmas Tale
George
Henrietta de Chook and her Totally Awesome Adventure
Nightshift
Piña Colada
Sandman
The Last Flight of the Cockie
Ticket
Voyager
Aristidis Metaxas
Aristidis is a regular contributor to Narrator Magazine NSW/ACT and Blue Mountains.He has a lovely insightful take on life and death, on what makes us tick, and who we are and why.If you're deciding whether to buy this ebook or not, then have a look at some of his works in past issues of Narrator Magazine, which is free on Smashwords.
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Nightshift - Aristidis Metaxas
Nightshift
a collection of short stories
by
Aristidis Metaxas
Copyright © Aristidis Metaxas 2011
Cover design: © Aristidis Metaxas
ISBN: 978-0-9871731-8-8
Smashwords Edition
MoshPit Publishing
Hazelbrook
an imprint of Mosher’s Business Support Pty Ltd
Shop 1, 197 Great Western Highway, Hazelbrook NSW 2779
Website: http://www.moshpitpublishing.com.au/
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Table of Contents
Anniversary
A Christmas Tale
George
Henrietta de Chook and her Totally Awesome Adventure
Nightshift
Piña Colada
Sandman
The Last Flight of the Cockie
Ticket
Voyager
Nightshift
Just my luck to draw the short straw … it’s early morning, 3am, and I’m pulling a nightshift. I’d rather be home with my family. It’s my ‘lunch break’ and I’m alone on the top floor terrace of the office tower, overlooking the sleeping city. Five stories below the streets are empty save for the occasional car. A drunk stumbles along, shouting ‘Merry Christmas!!’ A smoke, coffee and chocolate … anything to get me through the night … this night. The boss left a few cans of beer in the fridge for the nightshift – to celebrate Christmas. I crack a can open, the cool liquid clashes nicely with my hot black coffee. Soul food when you’re on the night moves … the red glow of my cigarette matches the red of the traffic lights. I fumble for some coins in my pocket, nothing, just paper money, can’t buy snacks from the vending machine or play the video game. The cafeteria is now shut; Helen the cook has gone home for the night. What a night! Silent night, Holy night.
Who is this hurrying somewhere laden with presents so early down below in the street? Another car disappears in the distance towards the suburbs. Some houses have lights on, shining through the windows, so many homes filled with the excited rustle of toys being wrapped carefully while the children sleep. Other windows are dark, like the vacant eyes of people who have seen too much and don’t want to look any more. A song comes on strong to me from the radio ‘NIGHTSHIFT’ … and in my mind a word begins to spin, like a Mantra, round and round, it takes off on its own like a slow train-ride-to-nowhere-and-yet-a-somewhere ...
Somewhere
Somewhere
Somewhere
And somewhere a mother has skimped and saved and gone without,
just to be able to put at least one small present under a tiny tree for her sleeping child.
And somewhere a daughter is given the keys to a brand new red sports car.
‘Wow – for me?! Awesome!’
‘Merry Christmas Darling!’
And somewhere a man is told with anger ‘It’s always yours!’
And someone says ‘I never belonged to you, ever.’
And somewhere last evening a father finally
arrived late from the bar to ‘take Mum Christmas shopping’, something
he promised weeks ago but ‘never got around to it’.
‘Sorry Darl.’
And somewhere a father, now divorced, denied to see
his children on Christmas Day – weeps.
And somewhere an old man living under a bridge remembers his childhood,
remembers Christmas Eve
in the old country, when the snow fell silently in thick flakes to the ground
outside his window, and the room was filled with the sound of ‘Silent Night’
from the old valve radio, the sound of sparklers crackling, the smell
of pine needles from the Christmas tree, the flickering candles, and then it was time to enter the living room to see if St Nicholas had come.
And he had, as always, and there were trains, and cars, and windup toys, and the room’s darkness was lit up brightly by the small candles on the tree, the aroma of fresh pine needles wafting through the home. And there were chocolates and nuts and sweets and glittering lights.
And outside the snow kept falling, falling, and the child would wish that
the night would never end,
would never end, in his memory.
And silently the man thanks all those dear loved faces who made Christmas so special and a little boy so happy,
so happy, even just for one
night.
And somewhere a wife opens the door on Christmas day to her husband,
finally come home after staying out all night with a woman he had just met at a Christmas party, and she says nothing because of the children, just wants to get the day over with, because it is Christmas.
And the man, embarrassed, guilty, trying to make up, trying to escape the pain of the morning after, does not know what to say, it all seems so long ago.
What did happen last night, what did happen early this morning?
Did anything really happen?
And somewhere a preacher, on Christmas Eve,
so many years ago,
because his old church harmonium had broken,
sat down and wrote a simple song,
a Christmas carol
for his little parish, never dreaming, that one day, one day,
his little carol would be sung all around the world, by so many tongues
and many voices
but with one beating heart.
And somewhere someone dies.
Someone old, someone young, not on Christmas day, dear God, surely not on Christmas day!
Is there no God? Are our prayers not to be answered?
And somewhere a child is born, and somewhere a child watches
as his mother walks away forever.
And somewhere someone is shot down in