Saturday, 2 November 2013

Food for Thought

‘I say that the best potato salads come from Bavaria. They are so opulent served hot and chunked with bacon. So much, better then the chilled mayonnaise ones that our Americans cousins favour…’ 

 Mary, numb and exhausted kept her best hostess smile on hold, as she thought, What did the phone call mean?



Friday, 1 November 2013

Sergeant Patterson's Day

'The grass is bent, the tree branch broken and the wall scuffed…what does this tell us?'

'Don’t know Sarge …that they have a big dog?'

Peering over his glasses, Detective Sergeant Patterson sighed, 'Remind me again, Stevens why you joined the police force.'

'Easy Sarge, the intellectual challenge like.'

'Hmm…'



Thursday, 31 October 2013

Careful what you wish for

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Eric the idle was here for easy fame. 

‘Be gone foul spirits,’ he shouted into the Great Hall as outside crowds cheered. 

Slowly, he moved to the candle lit altar  As he neared, he screamed at the words forming in the dust.

The crowd cheered the silence. Peace had come









Friday, 25 October 2013

A Crime Revisited

The whiskey relaxed Joe. He could face the head now. Its hack marks said Bilinskii but he'd been in jail since '52.

He knocked back more, like your dad, the bloated face accused. Staring back, he suddenly thought, 'How old would Bilinskii kids be now?'

The dropped bottle rolled away.



Thursday, 24 October 2013

A muse on concrete

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Grey nothingness…bland chaos…dull to the eye. Yet touch and call back the long dead of seas now fiery sand or with soft lips taste its sour tears. Bend down and smell the heat of summer when rain prayed for.

To us Mayflies it remains unheard as tomb silence.