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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
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.'
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.
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
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