Tuesday, 15 October 2013
First Kiss Miss
It had been Martin’s first. It wasn’t a great kiss - stars stayed in the sky, and lips slithered but it was love. At least to him it wasn’t a sordid mistake, a drunken lark.
His angry ‘Bleeding hell, no!’ to the band’s new name was only understood by Kris.
Monday, 7 October 2013
Thursday, 3 October 2013
So many Empires so little Time
Monsieur Garlan liked the curls of a modern man - leave powdered wigs to lawyers, he thought.
His night shirt ballooned as perfume told him she was near. But on opening his eyes, he stopped, confused at the rifle.
His world suddenly went dark.‘Stop! I specifically ordered a time-jaunt, circa France Empire.’
In the control room, Tom sighed, Holovid was so much easier.
Thursday, 26 September 2013
I said SHE was an hero
Tom was scared but then who wasn’t.
His task was to creep under cover taking snipers out. Getting near the house, a sudden rattle of bullets, pinged around him, and one skimmed off his helmet. He softly swore, ‘Fuck me. Whew! That was clo…,’ as a final shot rang out.
Thursday, 19 September 2013
Why your wooden bed kills
Kawapánan shouted to Muzo,‘Run, run, the Devil has come.’ Muzo dropped her basket and grabbed at any near child before running into the clan hut. The bow shook as if running hard but Kawapánan stood firm worthy of Warrior red and took aim and prepared to die.
Sipping his lemon tea, Dr Simms peered out of the plane window: ‘Is this the new logging area?’
Tuesday, 3 September 2013
A Dance Too Far
Tonic Tony and Big Bertha were on a roll, one more and they had the Jackpot.
'What McCartney duet was recorded live but separately in 1982?’
Tonic Tony, without thinking shouted out, ‘Black and White,’ and started a victory dance.
Smack!
'What? That hurt.’
’You plonker, it was Ebony and Ivory.'
'What McCartney duet was recorded live but separately in 1982?’
Tonic Tony, without thinking shouted out, ‘Black and White,’ and started a victory dance.
Smack!
'What? That hurt.’
’You plonker, it was Ebony and Ivory.'
Thursday, 1 August 2013
Coming Out
New schools were a nightmare for Mike and he knew about new schools. Dad was in the Army, something hush-hush meaning that him and his mum had to move every year. Just in case.They learned never to ask too much.
Mike was a man-child of 14, tall for his age, blue eyes, clear skin and knew the tricks of survival. He made sure that he had the latest haircut (sixties Beatles in, mossheads out), trousers hung at the right low, the trainers the right white and label. This gave him the space to sus out who the school top crowd was and so how to increase his camouflage.
All this was necessary because Mike had a secret: he hated sports, cars, banter and loved books, film, poetry and worse was straight. He could have lived with gay; one of his Dad’s best friends was gay so he knew life could go on. It meant he could never get close as it was all pretence, all show.
One day it all changed. It was the second week at St Rushes, one of those schools that was happy being hidden in the middle, too good to merit a hard look from Inspectors and too poor to attract the social climbers. And it was a school geography trip looking at the shopping patterns in the local cloned shopping centre. Mike was paired with Paul, a rugby build six footer. As they went round, Mike noticed Paul kept not looking at the bookshops and suddenly wondered. He tested it up by making some joke up about keenies that read books and sensed that Paul’s banter was as empty as his. Taking a risk, with his heart thumping, he suggested they looked round the 'serious' bookshop. The one with books not just in the Supermarket top twenty. Paul froze and looked at Mike then smiled and said why not.
In that acceptance was Paul being Mike’s best man when he married the girl of his dreams but that is a whole other story.
Mike was a man-child of 14, tall for his age, blue eyes, clear skin and knew the tricks of survival. He made sure that he had the latest haircut (sixties Beatles in, mossheads out), trousers hung at the right low, the trainers the right white and label. This gave him the space to sus out who the school top crowd was and so how to increase his camouflage.
All this was necessary because Mike had a secret: he hated sports, cars, banter and loved books, film, poetry and worse was straight. He could have lived with gay; one of his Dad’s best friends was gay so he knew life could go on. It meant he could never get close as it was all pretence, all show.
One day it all changed. It was the second week at St Rushes, one of those schools that was happy being hidden in the middle, too good to merit a hard look from Inspectors and too poor to attract the social climbers. And it was a school geography trip looking at the shopping patterns in the local cloned shopping centre. Mike was paired with Paul, a rugby build six footer. As they went round, Mike noticed Paul kept not looking at the bookshops and suddenly wondered. He tested it up by making some joke up about keenies that read books and sensed that Paul’s banter was as empty as his. Taking a risk, with his heart thumping, he suggested they looked round the 'serious' bookshop. The one with books not just in the Supermarket top twenty. Paul froze and looked at Mike then smiled and said why not.
In that acceptance was Paul being Mike’s best man when he married the girl of his dreams but that is a whole other story.
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