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WordPress Noir

Posted on 08/08/2014 by patrickprinsloo

  He lifted his cuffed hands to his face. “I asked the Desk Sergeant to do it,” he said in answer to the Chief’s unspoken question and nodding in the direction of the burly Sergeant Murphy. “For my own protection.” … Continue reading →

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The Cruel Sea

Posted on 11/06/2014 by patrickprinsloo

I pause halfway up the gangplank of the ship that is to take me to a new life and career across the ocean; the ship that is to save me from poverty, ignorance and prejudice. I look back at my … Continue reading →

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Robinson Crusoe is disappointed: a very short play

Posted on 11/06/2014 by patrickprinsloo

This for Sunday Photo Fiction Time: sometime mid seventeenth century. Place: a deserted island. Characters Robinson Crusoe, a shipwrecked sailor Friday, resident of the island A speechless parrot, unnamed. Friday             Yo, Crusoe! Crusoe   … Continue reading →

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Mates

Posted on 04/06/2014 by patrickprinsloo

“Still blowing a blizzard then?” shouted Rusty as Clint threw himself into the tent. “Yeah, but we don’t give up. Only two thousand feet more. We can be up and down in eight hours.” “We’ve done well. Come far together. … Continue reading →

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I am Needed

Posted on 22/05/2014 by patrickprinsloo

Today I pack white coat, stethoscope, pharmacopoeia, certificates. Tearfully I make farewells to neighbours, colleagues, postman, favourite publican and baristas; to Dutch uncles, friends and lovers. Sadly I cut up campus card, library card, museum card. Dry-eyed I scissor bank … Continue reading →

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Full English

Posted on 14/05/2014 by patrickprinsloo

  The two men stand on the pavement looking down at the grate. Neither speaks. In the road, the traffic crawls. Rush hour. None of the drivers give them a glance even though they are only feet away; too busy … Continue reading →

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Nobody Remembers My Name

Posted on 11/05/2014 by patrickprinsloo

  Nobody remembers my name.  They probably never knew it. Oh, the papers made a meal of the incident and some people got their pictures taken and were interviewed by the reporters. But not me. In fact the cops didn’t … Continue reading →

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Waiting for Angela

Posted on 08/05/2014 by patrickprinsloo

It was late that evening when I heard the expensive powerboats arrive at the moorings outside my bar for a night of cheap debauchery. And why shouldn’t they slum with us occasionally? After all, our men and women know what … Continue reading →

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The Cheshire Mid-summer Music and Garden Festival

Posted on 07/05/2014 by patrickprinsloo

The Cheshire Mid-summer Music and Garden Festival “Cooey everyone, how’re we doing?” It was Violet, just arrived and all excited by the possibilities of the day ahead. “Aren’t we lucky with the weather. Not a cloud in the sky. God … Continue reading →

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Some Time Back

Posted on 07/05/2014 by patrickprinsloo

This Thursday evening, as they have done for the last one hundred and thirteen years, soon after injecting their prescribed volume of blood, Jeffrey and Elisa will descend the stainless shaft to their basement YouthBlood safes to check that temperatures … Continue reading →

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