If its too good to be true...

‘You set up some save the earth shit blog and play the compassionate-love-all-nature guru. Get the marks blissed then drop the stomach cancer bomb and as they deep-mouth drop hints about medical bills. Once cashed you post the skull-and-crossbones note and close the site. You’ll milk money I tell you.’

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Dinner was Late

The old house was great for hiding away in; it had nooks where other houses had en-suite. Shirley squatted, the pain would come later but the bleeding lip still dripped. She could hear him yelling, pleading, whispering,’Sugar, where are you.’ She knew from the tone when to come out

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Bedtime

 




‘So McCoy gets out of prison, only to discover the cost: robbing another bank! The Sheriff has set him up to take the rap but McCoy turns the table and...’

‘You are not seeing The Getaway and that’s final.’

’Ah, Mum it’s not fair, all my friends can.’

’Bed. Now!’

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How to lose a job

‘You know what the bloody hell you are!’

 ‘I own a company that’s run by value-based management, built from 360-degree feedback. On my watch, we have the ambition to deliver world-class financial performance and be acknowledged as a value exemplar.’ 

‘Bollocks, that just means you are an old-fashioned asset stripper

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The bread of life soon toasts you

Once I baked bread, as a hippy happy boy-man with Red flag dreams. Then bread was farm milled flour, mountain water, free range yeast and oak board pounding. For factory bread was capitalist mass trickery. The fall came with Polish Jewish Double Rye and baguettes with dusted flour. Now I buy bread, a hippy happy man-boy with Red flag dreams.

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Memories

What will you wear for the swearing in ceremony? A question, she refused to answer. It had seen so pointless and shabby when boys were dying in Vietnam. Outside she could see the grey fine rain shine the leaves. Now only the pain she must have caused her father remained.