Tuesday, 22 October 2013

Remains of the day

The slammed door told her go.

Outside, warmed by the morning sun, she saw again the snow dusted fields of the first time. The tearful promises wanting compassion.

Not this time.

She knew what he would wake up missing. He did say he wanted to stop being a cock.


Sunday, 20 October 2013

Memories


Alf always enjoyed dancing even after Annie's death he danced alone to scratchy 78s.The Warden was not happy at the 'disturbance' so Alf was forced to stop until Mary opposite noticed.

Then a knock on the wall let him dance as she made the Warden too busy to hear 'Got A Date With An Angel' She loved him enough to accept it would never be her.



Saturday, 19 October 2013

In the worse of times


'In other times, as the child was ripped from its womb, Wolfstan would have cheered at one less enemy. But slaughter gave no victor—'

‘Come again, but how is this Spamalot? Misery is so like epic fail.'

'Well, the baby tap-dances to Human League's "Don't You Want Me."

'Soooo random!'




Friday, 18 October 2013

Until the light was gone



In the dank gloom, he saw Camelot.  It's a pile of old rocks,was all he could get Sally to say. Perhaps she was right.

Yet sword clanged on sword.Turning to kiss her, he said, 'Princess, it's what you make it.'

The silence told him, which was the fairy-story.



Thursday, 17 October 2013

Tearful Bear Remains

teddy



Once upon a time, Mop had his faithful teddy stolen. 

Seeking Bucket-Ted in the Dark Woods, the owls hooted him to a clearing. Here the wicked witch sat lit by a fire that crackled 'stay away.'

Sadly, unlike you good children he didn't so Witchy enjoyed a surprise roast supper.









Wednesday, 16 October 2013

The cheque's in the post

Elm sat down to nurse a bourbon. Money was tight.

As expected, a cop swaggered in,

'Old timer, I've the... package.'

So it was Budsky.

Outside, the gun made clear who was paying,

'Sorry, nothing personal.'

'Kid, no apologies, you're earned me large.  Wave at the camera.'



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.