Tag Archives: Patrick Prinsloo

How the other half live

I knock on the door of #33. The postman has left a parcel for her. Widowed Mrs Murray. She says, Come in. I look around. She says, Cuppa? I says, Yes please. She in kitchen; I run forefinger along top … Continue reading

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Dilemma

He was, as usual, reassured by the spotlessly clean scrubs. At first he had been anxious, but the ongoing professionalism of the operating room staff has meant that he never really worries when he is wheeled in to lie under … Continue reading

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Bovril

He was the perfect pub dog. Friendly with the punters, he spread his wet nose favours without prejudice to one and all, even the lager drinkers. He allowed children to pet and pat him at will happily tolerating their sometimes … Continue reading

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A Modern Tale

A Modern Tale Things weren’t going well at Acme Ball Bearings. Management blamed the workers. As you would expect. The workers blamed management. Ditto. The Board couldn’t decide so they called in consultants, a firm with a four letter name, … Continue reading

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Exciting times

They’re starting to move into the new town houses next to the station. “Exclusive development.” Three stories high, two bathrooms – bedrooms you couldn’t swing a cat in. Integrated kitchen appliances, thermostatic shower to bathroom. Not enough garden space for … Continue reading

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Summertime fun

“It’s called camping.” “Uhuh?” “Yeah. You haul out this canvas house, a tent, that’s full of mould and dirt, clean it up, spend an hour folding it, and put it into the boot of the car together with awning, groundsheet, … Continue reading

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Playtime for playboys

“Scissors, rock, paper. C’mon, you big sissy.” “Sticks ‘n stones can break my bones. But words can never hurt me. Nya nya nya. Mummy’s boy.” “Cross that line, buddy, just cross that line.” “You cross this line. My line, you … Continue reading

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The Florist

In this world there are people you can trust. And those you can’t. Sometimes it’s difficult to know who falls into which category. It’s a bummer. We spend energy working out who to confide in, to deal with, to befriend; … Continue reading

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Paranoid

Our writing group has always been a mix of covert jealousy and overt distrust. Why the library continues to let us have access to one of their meeting rooms each week, God alone knows. The snarling, the shouting, the vitriol … Continue reading

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100 Words – Yellow

Being an outsider artist isn’t always easy. At first Ned’s latest urinal installation, Telephone – Yellow, didn’t attract positive write-ups, certainly not in the magazines that count. But he persisted. Later an agent started working for him and, despite Ned’s … Continue reading

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