[ Have a good read. ]
“Are you there, my friend? Are you around the place, sitting?”
Benbo growls, all caustic off his face.
Hungry and willing.
A wasted guy, a desperate cause.
Catch him. Keep him.
Despite his obvious flaws.
“Are you there? Is there … Read the rest
When it gets hot, I will remember the mornings
Crunching November, precisely frosted
Skating the puddles without a worry.
I will cope by wanting to leave a glint
I will walk to the beach to look back
And swim, fatty … Read the rest
Money was blowing all over the street in front of the bank. It was blowing all over the street in front of the store and the school. Money was blowing all up Grant Avenue, down Sills Street, and money was … Read the rest
Lembit Scheidlen shut the back door, walked into his kitchen, took off and hung up his black coat and bowler hat, set a bottle of water and a small cup on his table. He rolled up his sleeves, stood at … Read the rest
Of course the bloody space fleet had restaurants on their swankier space ships and space stations. Of course the space newspaper had a reviewer who visited the restaurants during times of peace or diplomacy. Of course the cuisine was usually … Read the rest
He imagined he was Christ, he wasn’t Christ but he imagined he was Christ because being Christ was a great deal more interesting than being Jonathan Craig Brewster Baynes of Whitchurch Avenue. Jon wasn’t mad, he was simply bored. Very, … Read the rest
The dour cloisters of Rimmington Hall rang with excitement. Cleaning, dusting, painting, polishing, rejuvenating were the orders for the day; the young master was coming home. For the first time in four years the curtains were not drawn, the fires … Read the rest
Dread, dread, dread. The forest is dark and full of autumn, chewed over by winter frosts and snows. There is a crunch to it as the sun sets behind the traveller making her way up the mountainside to the refuge … Read the rest
A Short Story – In which there is a death in the family.
Keith Kinsey gets out of his Mercedes. He takes the air. There are olive and orange trees around the front of his father’s house. There is mangrove … Read the rest
Beyond the peace that flowed from her rest
Is an early morning room, with her eyes open,
Looking up into the tepid sunlight directly above her face.
A cold place, an ocean of calm, wretched wrecking pain.
She left … Read the rest
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