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    A Pocketful of Shorts
    A Pocketful of Shorts
    A Pocketful of Shorts
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    A Pocketful of Shorts

    By Tarry Ionta

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    A Pocketful of Shorts is a collection of short stories in mixed genres, with a fair number inspired by, and written for Women's magazines. A few are of the Sci-Fi and Fantasy genres.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTarry Ionta
    Release dateMay 7, 2012
    ISBN9781476480244
    A Pocketful of Shorts
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    Tarry Ionta

    Born 1933 of Italian parentage. He served in the RAF and worked at various occupations before entering Glasgow University at thirty, to study Maths, Physics, and Astronomy. He completed one year before dropping out to become a telegraphist. Finally, completing his working life with British Telecom Finance Department. His Interests and hobbies comprise mainly of chess, and reading science fiction. He has also had a keen, practicing interest in computing and martial arts (Judo and Shotokan Karate) and music (Saxophone, Clarinet, and Piano - Over twelve years with City of Glasgow Military Band). Now retired and no longer active in those fields, he prefers to concentrate on writing. He has been writing since 1988, having written over fifty varied short stories, a few articles, novellas, novels, and a children's fantasy book. Several short stories have been published in anthologies and on the Internet. A few have also been short-listed in the WRITER'S NEWS monthly competitions. He continues to write.

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      A Pocketful of Shorts - Tarry Ionta

      A Pocketful of Shorts

      by

      Tarry Ionta

      e-book Edition

      Copyright 2012 ISBN 9781476480244

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      Any resemblance to actual people and events is purely coincidental. This is a work of fiction.

      Contents

      Another Place - Another Time

      Cycle of Life

      Going for Gold

      legacy

      Lucky for Some

      Situation Vacant

      Spider-man

      The Coming of Jill

      The Reluctant Exorcist

      The Stranger

      The Window

      Three's Company

      Worse Than the Cure

      Another Time; Another Place

      by

      Tarry Ionta

      It had been there ever since I could remember. The strange thing was, that I had never become fully aware of it till much later in life. As a child I passed it occasionally, but it never instilled in me any particular sense of curiosity. It was just there; part of the scenery. It stood close by a fence, on a remote pathway not often used by the villagers.

      What prompted my initial interest in the first place, I shall never really know. It was an insidious thing in the back of my mind, that gently seeped into my awareness over the years. I suppose, if I had to put it down to any one thing, it would be the fact that it always looked the same. It never appeared to age. Nor was anyone ever seen to use it. Yet it stood there, untouched and unchanging for all those years.

      I could understand it being ignored if it had been some old hut, or a rambling bush. Or even some discarded old car. But this was a thing of beauty, with its stark white wheels and ornate decoration; crafted by a master coach builder. It was not something easily passed by without a second glance. Yet, that is what everyone had done for so long, including myself. I could not understand it.

      Not even the local children went near it. If it had been some other discarded item, they would have been all over it. It would have become a mountain to be climbed; a large rock for cowboys to hide behind; or in the case of a disused hut, a hospital, or secret den where they would meet and exchange coded messages. But the caravan never seemed to attract anyone. It was as though there was some force or aura surrounding it that kept everyone respectful of it.

      When the pangs of curiosity started to bite, I fought it, for no other reason than that it was really no concern of mine. It had been there all that time. For the most part ignored and accepted, like an old tree that everyone sees day in and day out, but pays scant attention to. Putting it to the back of my mind, though, was easier said than done. Once it had taken hold, the gentle prodding of my subconscious grew stronger. It stirred my interest to the point where I wanted to find out more about it; why it was there, who owned it, and if anyone would ever come to claim it.

      I put in a call to my local council. Yes, everyone knew of its existence. No, they didn’t know anything about it, or to whom it belonged. It had been there so long that they doubted that any record existed that might be of help. With that knowledge, I had dismissed it from my mind and continued about my business.

      But not for long. The gentle prompting returned, and persisted until once more I could not ignore it. Eventually, I placed a small advertisement in the Gazette, asking to be contacted if anyone had any knowledge of it. I was surprised to receive a call from a retired member of the council, and made an appointment to meet him at his home.

      I introduced myself. ‘I’m Jarvis of the Gazette.’

      ‘There’s not a lot I can tell you,’ the old man said vaguely, after shaking my hand. ‘It belonged to someone in the circus. It stopped here many years ago.’

      ‘How long ago would you say?’

      ‘Well now, I guess it must be close on twenty-five years now. At least.’

      ‘What did the owner do? In the circus, I mean.’

      ‘It was twenty-seven years ago. Now I remember... What did he do? I’m not really sure. I was fifty then, not really interested in the circus anymore.’

      ‘I don’t suppose it matters, anyway,’ I said, feeling a little disappointed.

      ‘A juggler. No, maybe an acrobat. It was something like that. What I do remember though, he was old.

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