Hot and Cold Holiday

Outside each tree in the garden was doing a disdainful tango as the rain sighed against the rattling window. It was a jumper day.
           ‘My kind of summer,' Rob said, as his wife banged the breakfast things away.'
           Only because you are too tight to go abroad,' Mandy shouted back.

Getting Chosen

 

 

'Yor stuck with yor kin but you choose yor friends,' she said in a take-me-as-you-find-me voice. It wasn’t an invite. Maggie, standing in her thrown together boot-sale clothes,  sidled a look at me. Sighing, she brushed her grey scraggy hair back and said, ' But I reckon you'll do.'

A Secret Affair

 

'You like. Want buy. Big on girls who like boy.'    
           Phew, from the cover Harold saw that was true but he had promised his wife no more secrets. Which apart from his special stash he kept to. So could he risk his marriage for the 1946 Archie Comics makeover edition?

Cold Turkey

'I need a hook-up now,' Jo screamed. 
           His mother just sat, holding her gun. Tears long gone, now it was a battle of wills. 
           She had lured him to the old house where nothing but the buzzards would be disturbed. 
            ‘You leave here either clean, or dead. It's your choice.’

Run Rabbit Run…

‘Please it's only a rabbit,’ Dali said, resigned to her irrational reaction.
           ‘Oh no, no.’
           He saw Lucy’s body go rigid, her neck reddening, and eyes flickering in fear.
           What the hell could a rabbit do, he thought.
Her first rapes were always to the sounds of Run Rabbit Run.

Clashing Obsessions

Where have you been all day, sniffin around skirts?
      ‘No, I am trying to find an elegant way of line indenting in HTML .’
      ‘That’s not what a healthy boy should be doin.’
      ‘It is what I do.’
      Les loved his son, or at least the son he thought he deserved.

The Pedant's burden

At times of stress, you know
before you want to kill,
but after you slam doors
repeat to yourself this
evocation: They may
vacillate but you
insist on time worn rules.
As you calm, look again
to the stupid squiggles
innocently peering
out- a clear sense rotted.
Now your head thumps again,
someone has to say no!

Sadly, you wail in vain
unheard and ignored as
common gutter grammar
kills our Bard's mother tongue.