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The Patriot
He had always reckoned there was something subversive about Mr Wells and the room at the back of the old man’s high street watch and clock repair emporium. The well-oiled lock offered little resistance. What he found, no decent person … Continue reading
Snow
There were never enough prison guards, there never would be, so they spent most of their time banged up in their cell, just the two of them, roommates by chance, friends by choice. They read a lot (Zane Grey, Elmore … Continue reading
Pile ’em high
The cure, he said, can be found at the end of the rainbow. Ignore that old shepherd’s tale that there’s a crock of gold to be found; that’s a load of sheepshit. Until then, he said, you can stave off … Continue reading
Murder Most Fowl
“Let him call his lawyer. He’s already confessed.” “Sparrow? Was there a witness?” “Yep. Fly, with his little eye, he saw him die.” “Any forensics to support our case?” “Bow and arrow are being dusted for prints. Fish collected blood … Continue reading
Sunny side up
It is mistakenly held by the locals that the bodies of missing Rudi Rogers and Fifi Fantasia, bottle-blonde and always generous waitress, would be found if anyone were to smash open the concrete pedestal holding up the 1972 Oldsmobile 442, … Continue reading
Hot Lover
He could tell from the way she held a needle that this babe was hot. He invited her onto the dance floor and to the frenzied beat of the B52s they discussed safety pins, button holing, quilt making, zip replacement, … Continue reading
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Once upon a time
Nowadays we can’t see the wood for the trees. Or the trees for that matter. Ever since reading hard copy books exploded as the world’s major leisure activity, coinciding with the success of literacy programmes in less developed countries, there … Continue reading
Suus ‘sera numquam est ad discendum
He hadn’t studied Classics but he reckoned he knew enough to get by. Mention the Elgin Marbles and he’d picture them in his mind’s eye. He’d smile whenever he heard, ‘Aeì koloiòs parà koloiôi hizánei’ or ‘Apò toû hēlíou metástēthi’. … Continue reading
Denial
They’ve started shipping out the corpses in trains, taking them up north, stopping at any starving hamlet or town that will do some burials for 50kg of flour a body. The empty sacks are used as shrouds. When the … Continue reading
Motherbroad
“Tried switching her on at the wall?” “She’s battery powered, not on the mains.” “Checked her batteries?” “Yep, fully charged.” “Any loose wires?” “Nope, none to be seen.” “Too old? Back-up service discontinued?” “Nope, still under guarantee; still a babe.” … Continue reading
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