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.

Waiting too long

Always alone
by the thrown tree—
his moan now woe.

Blue skies his low.
Best was snow or
rain—though love missed.

On death, she kissed.



He waited as he always waited—outside by the fallen tree.

.....The worse days were sunny and blue when the children danced to school. But on

rainy days when the children trudged by he could always imagine her wanting to

come.

.....Not even her death stopped him waiting.

When is mine yours?

The wedding dress was a satin back taffeta
a-line gown with halter-top but the mirror was screaming not good with those shoulders. In any case, the side-draped
waistline with its delicate crystal beading was too tight but what did you expect.
.....Shame his girl friend insisted he wore a morning-suit.