Sunday, 10 November 2013

When dark even stars lie


In the Terror, vans crossed Moscow with the purged. Each van bright with painted food as lies to keep hope alive. 

We bathe the Centre for Reviving Youth in faces of the newly shorn. The living  are told it’s they we purify, not the dead. Immoral images again giving hope.



Friday, 8 November 2013

For the King is a Lion when Rats rule



Royalty hath assented Laws on me. No dirty paws shall sully my face with thank-you scrawl.

'Dad, the new desk is wobbly.'


From the other room, Jeff snapped,
'Alice, now, or no X-Factor.' That brought him creaking silence.

Yet later, he found just a bare desk: 
'Alice...Alice'




Thursday, 7 November 2013

Freedom is a price worth paying



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It was Miss Brown's final show and tell.

‘I have the  bestest yellow-headed rag-doll.’

’With less of the attitude, young lady.’ After forty years kids were still a pain, she thought.

'Miss, my mom told that St George woulda been beat by you.'

Her first and last slap was worth life on stale bread and twice dipped tea bags.




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