Mercury Silver
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A collection of short-stories by various authors, covering the whole spectrum from romance through dry satire, to the spooky and the hilarious.
By authors: Douglas Pearce, Emma L Briant, Leslie Hyla Winton Noble, Lucy P Naylor, Lois S. Bassen, Marie Marshall, Nick Legg, Lyz Russo.
Review by Nikki Mason on the now-extinct site "BestChickLit":
This is a wonderfully eclectic mix of short stories including fairy stories, modern fables and touchingly emotional pieces. If you’re the sort of person who prefers a box of assorted truffles over a bar of dairy milk – this is for you.
For me the stand out stories were Betwixt and Between by Lucy P Naylor, which was disturbing but delightful and charmingly written and Going Home by Lyz Russo, a chilling little tale that uses the short story genre to its full potential. Both had the air of the supernatural about them, which appealed to my gothic tastes. Having said that, all the stories have an air of magic and mystery, even if it’s just the funny little circumstances that life can throw up.
An easy book to dip in and out of and a crazy mix of writing styles, Mercury Silver is totally worth a punt.
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Mercury Silver - P'kaboo Publishers
MERCURY SILVER
A collection of short stories for P’kaboo, by various authors
P’kaboo Publishers
South Africa
2017
P’kaboo Publishers
www.pkaboo.net
2012
© Copyright remains with the contributing authors
Licensed to P’kaboo Publishers, 2012
Cover design: Aludar8
MERCURY SILVER
Smashwords Version, 2018
ISBN
First released: Ebook, 2012
ISBN 978-0-9921921-7-4
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publisher and authors.
The stories are all works of fiction. Any resemblance to actual people, situations or happenstances is purely coincidental.
Table of Contents
Cover
Title page, publisher page
Acknowledgements
A Tale of Heroes – Douglas Pearce
Betwixt and Between – L.P. Naylor
By the Wayside – Emma Briant
Dragonslayers – a fable – Marie Marshall
Eulogy for Miss Eulalie – M. S. Bassen
Fifth Date – Leslie HW Noble
Get What You Can – Nick Legg
Going Home – Lyz Russo
Memoirs of a Chief Replicator Technician – Marie Marshall
Outside – Emma Briant
Settling Up – Nick Legg
The Nest – Lyz Russo
The Stalker – Leslie HW Noble
The Unusual Girlfriend – Nick Legg
Wedding Portrait – Leslie HW Noble
About the contributing authors
Acknowledgements
Mercury Silver was the result of a shortstory contest we ran at P'kaboo Publishers in 2012.
In the first place we would like to thank the authors for their amazing contributions. Shortstories showcase a talent in a very unique way. An author has limited space to bring across a poignant idea that is meant to haunt the reader for a good while, even for life.
A special thanks to the P'kaboo Team: My awesome husband Iain, who helped vet, edit and select, and put together the initial version, and also for the quirky title; our editor Les who removed the gremlins; our associate graphic designer Henning for the amazing cover.
And then, lastly, to our readers: For you, we write. Without you, we would not bother publishing.
May you enjoy reading these stories as much as we enjoyed writing them.
L. Russo
A Tale of Heroes
by Douglas Pearce
This is a tale of heroes. Not modern day heroes. You know? Ones that wear pink or yellow shirts and tight pants and cry Coooeee!
as they arrive at your front door, TV camera crew in tow and a bottle of the most powerful bog cleaner in the world, right at the exact moment you were going to throw a wobbly because the toilet is blocked.
‘Oh, my heroes!’ you squeal.
No. Not this type.
Neither are they the type to scale mountains, cross the seven seas, merely to leave a double-decker box of dark chocolates on your bedside table.
If they were this type of hero it would be a safe bet they would have already opened the box and scoffed the second layer.
So, alas once again, no.
And these heroes are not the type to wear their underpants over their trousers, either.
Although, to be truthful one of them wore his underpants on his head for a while. These days, he is much more circumspect when around strong liquor. Or at least liquor he cannot pronounce the name of.
These heroes go way back. Back along the mists of time. Before bog-cleaners, pink shirts, and boxes of chocolates. Back before the Days of Yore, Our day, My day and Them Were The Days. In fact, back before Days of Our Lives. Yes, this tale is that old.
So, dear reader, envisage the scene I am about to unfold.
In a clearing in a forest a short distance from what appears to be a rocky outcrop, lies a huge boulder. Pale morning sunlight has just begun to penetrate the canopy. Birds are a-twitter; small noses are poking out of burrows or from behind thickets. Flowers are flowering, buds are budding and leaves are… staying where they are.
Somewhere in the distance can be heard the faint sounds of singing. You catch a snatch of tune. To your untrained ear it sounds like, ‘Hi Ho, something or other.’ Was that a scream? Did you hear a cry of Aaaargh
? Could it be that a Hi Ho-er missed their footing and fell down a mineshaft? Alas, we will never know.
There is a crunch of leaves as one of our heroes steps from behind the boulder.
This is Reg the Dra. Reg is a fearsome sight, guaranteed to strike fear into the hearts of four-year-olds everywhere. In poor light.
Now, you may be wondering about Reg’s title? The Dra?
You weren’t? Oh. In that case we’ll move right along then, shall we?
Reg is wearing a fake mammoth-skin loincloth. It’s actually the fur of a dead squirrel he found one morning while wandering around the forest with his underpants on his head.
However, telling everyone that his loincloth once adorned a mammoth adds much more macho to our hero’s street cred.
His once long hair is a spiky shadow of its former self, having succumbed to the perils of kneeling down too close to a fire whilst trying to cook a rabbit.
He also has a livid scar on his left cheek; a memento from an angry badger, and the necklace of several teeth around his neck are his own, courtesy of a misunderstanding with a brown bear.
Ah, yes. They made ‘em tough in those days.
Reg was contemplating the sword that had been driven, almost to the hilt, into the boulder.
‘Whaddya reckon?’ he asked his companion.
‘Couldn’t rightly say,’ replied a female voice.
And, lo! From around the other side of the boulder steps our second hero. Or maybe that should be heroine.
Dressed in a two-piece outfit of similar design to her companion’s, the young woman is tall and blonde. Obviously strong, and by no means pneumatically challenged. The epitome of female hero, she is lissom and winsome. (If she were to win anything, a few more clothes would be a start.)
Her name is De-Bra. A rather befitting name but at the same time not.
‘Doncha get to become king if yer pull it out?’ Reg said.
De-Bra flashed him a look of concern.
‘The sword, of course!’ Reg replied.
‘I know you meant the sword, Reg. I’m worried about your back.’
‘Oh, yeah. Forgot about me back.’
‘Besides, isn’t there supposed to be a dragon and a virgin involved, as well?’
‘Right. None of those round ‘ere, that’s for sure.’
‘Oh, thank you very much, I’m sure!’ De-Bra retorted.
‘Sorry. No offence,’ Reg grumbled.
‘Anyway, I am almost a virgin,’ De-Bra said in a haughty tone, tossing her wheaten tresses over her right shoulder.
‘Almost. What you talkin’ about, girl?’
‘I did a course on oral sex.’
‘Oh, and that makes you an almost virgin, does it?’
‘I reckon, yes. I can talk about sex all day,’ De-Bra said. It sounded like a challenge.
‘Sooooo…. You haven’t ackchewlly, well you know, done the business?’
‘Hmmmpf! That’s none of your business!’
‘Ah’ Reg nodded. ‘So we might be in business after all?’
‘What do you mean?’ De-Bra asked suspiciously.
‘We’ve got two outta three. It’s a start.’
‘Oh, really? Reg the Dra. Ha! Does anybody know what that means, by the way?’
‘Weren’t my fault.’
‘Is that right? Well, I heard when they found you, all you could say was Dra…dra…dra… And there was a suspicious looking puddle around your feet.’
‘Spilled my water, thas all,’ Reg countered.
‘Yes, I heard so,’ De-Bra, replied with a wicked grin. ‘Should have been Reg the Dragon-Slayer, but the dragon buggered off without you offering one sword swipe. And now you think you can pull this sword out of this rock, convert a virgin, kill a dragon, claim the throne and become king? Ha! You’ve got no chance with the sword, even less with the virgin and there are no dragons anymore.’
Behind the pair, the rocky outcrop opened an eye.
‘Excuse me. But I would beg to differ,’ said a voice.
As the two heroes ran screaming into the forest the dragon sighed.
He reached for the sword, which glowed magically for a brief moment and slid effortlessly out of the stone. He began to use it as a tooth pick. After a while, teeth sparkling, he replaced the sword in the stone.
"It always amuses me,’ he said to himself, ‘Why no one ever asks how the sword got in the rock in the first place.’
The dragon settled once more, and soon dozed off.
And he at least lived happily ever after.
The End
© Douglas Pearce, 2012
Betwixt and Between
by Lucy P Naylor
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow – o – o on snow
Kirsty sang merrily as the four-wheel drive ploughed on through the lying slush whilst a blinding, white blizzard whirled around them. Simon bit his lip and mouthed to himself, Why is she always so bloody cheerful?
as he screwed up his eyes against the blinding flakes.
He glanced quickly sideways at his companion. She was at least rather beautiful, and as his hasty hack into her personal computer files had proven, rather well off too.
Simon, you’ve landed on your feet with this one,
he thought aloud and smiled, showing his even white teeth.
Did you say something?
she asked and then added, why are you grinning?
before he could reply to the first question.
I’m just looking forward to our being on our own for New Year. My parents can be a bit overwhelming.
We say Hogmanay in Scotland, and I think they’re lovely. You father is so funny, I thought he was actually trying to warn me off you at one point – as if. Look, we’re nearly there.
She pointed to a road sign partly obscured by driven snow.
Turn right now.
Kirsty indicated a drive and Simon slewed the car up it, having taken the turning too fast. They skidded to a stop outside a sizeable and fairly modern detached red brick cottage, not at all the typical Scottish But and Ben
that he’d expected from her original description. Kirsty climbed out of the car, opened a small wrought iron gate,