Sunday 10 March 2024

Sunday Serial, 240 x 70, Gill James, 7. Gaming 24 April 2018, cola,


What to choose?  He had trained the maiden aunt to send him vouchers for Gaming World.  A cheque just get lost in his bank account, went  towards paying the bills. He just had to buy another game. 

He looked at the display of the latest arrivals. What was it to be? Fighting an ancient monster?  Or something spooky the mystery of a deserted house, perhaps? Who were those hooded figures? The game's title indicated violence.  Perhaps not such a good idea.  She'd only complain. A quirky red car with a grin on its face might mean his hand eye coordination would be stretched. That would be no bad thing. That was his excuse for spending so much time on his computer.  Then there was that deep space one     

"Come on. Get a move on. The bus is due in fifteen minutes.  We want to get a seat."

"Oh, woman. Stop nagging, will you?"

"Well hurry up."

He pushed open the door of the shop. Consoles whirred and blinked as gamers concentrated on improving their scores.

Dave grinned at him. "Hi, Sammy. I've got just the thing for you."


Dave reached down under the counter. He handed Sammy a plain DVD case.

"What is it?"

"You'll just have to try it and see."

"The bus …?"

"You won't have to worry about the bus after this."  Dave nodded towards an empty console.  "It's just a prototype but oh, boy. It'll change your life.

Sammy slipped the disc into the DVD drawer.  The machine booted at once and images flickered across the screen.

"Sammy,  come on."

No way. He needed a change. He needed to get away from the banshee.      

About the author

Gill James is published by The Red Telephone, Butterfly and Chapeltown.  

She edits CafeLit and writes for the online community news magazine: Talking About My Generation.

She is a Lecturer in Creative Writing and has an MA in Writing for Children and PhD in Creative and Critical Writing.



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