The wages of sin

The man at the bar looked up and sipped his drink before asking ‘

are the flowers for the old lady.’

I nodded nursing my scotch.

‘Don’t make the mistake I did,’ he said getting up to go.

‘They know what you were up to if they see a price tag.’

The man who talked

They were shocked. He had talked to them using words, like they were primitives who couldn’t telepath. Telling them to talk among themselves: it was dirty, crude and so physical. But as original as you would expect from an artist who wrote books with words.

They voted him the winner.

Let the train take the strain

Floods stopped the train.George heard the announcer explain that buses would now complete the journey. At the station he was one of three-hundred people in monsoon like rain. When buses did arrive George became part of the mob leaving the weak and loaded to struggle.

His descent shocked him.

Slimmers Woes

What they say: How lovely, crisp bread with salmon. I am feeling so much healthier now.

What they think: Sod this for a lark, who wants a miserable thin old age. Die young with a smile on your face, I say. Bring on the Turkey roast dinner with cranberry relish.

The easy path ain’t always the shortest

‘Man why are you always putting me up against these empty cans.’

'You know the score; the quickest way to get to the slam final is to have zero losses,’ said Pete. The sap, we are building the odds to make millions when he gets ass kicked in the final.

A moral tale

A boy got stung by nettles and ran crying to his mum. She was one of these hippy types bleating whatever you do, do with all your might.

‘Hold them tight.’ she advised ‘and you won’t be hurt.’
He did and died of Anaphylactic shock.

Sometimes if you can’t, don’t.

Who dreams for you?

Dad worked hard, His family came first. If he had to work two jobs to pay bills he did. No matter how tired he was he would always help me when I struggled with school work. Stroking my frowns away he would whisper ‘always follow the sun.’ I miss him.