Before Yesterday

“Eighteen today? A big boy now,” said June. “Yes, mum, does that mean you’ll allow me out?”  “Jimmy, we’ve been through this. You can go out, you always could.” “I mean, on my own,” said Jimmy through clenched teeth. “Open your gift. Do you like it?” his Mum asked. “Thank you. It would be betterContinue reading “Before Yesterday”

Beat Stops!

FREE short story – set in Thailand “Your seat, sir,” the air hostess cleaned some imaginary dust from its cushion. The passenger looked around before answering, “Thanks, I’d like to sleep, so no interruptions.” His crumpled Daily Mail hit the floor. The headline glared up at him, ‘Guitarist – Dead’. “I know you,” wailed aContinue reading “Beat Stops!”

The Sour Cake Murder

“I suppose you expect to win the Christmas cake competition again this year?” asked Patty, the radio newspaper reporter. “I don’t like to brag, but, well, you know. I am the best baker in the village, so, I guess I’ll win… Again,” answered a grinning Gino. The listeners did not notice the raised eyebrows ofContinue reading “The Sour Cake Murder”

God’s Will

Denny ducked behind the stone column. He watched as the upturned cross impaled High Priest Drakker’s eyes.   “Both eyes, how the hell?” Denny asked himself.  The jelly and goo splattered the elaborate alter, it was black; the blood didn’t change the cloth’s shade. “Christ, it is like a kid’s Halloween party,” Denny answered himself asContinue reading “God’s Will”

Missing, not missed

“The police don’t fucking believe me!” “What did you tell them?” “What do you think? I told them what I saw.” Pub owner, Jimmy, scratched his unshaven jowls. The sound of scraping calloused fingers against a three-day growth was better than the sight of the fat chin wobble. His customer cringed. “Do you want anotherContinue reading “Missing, not missed”

Romancing the stone

“Why did you drag me in here?” she asked while adding red to her lips. “A chance to be alone, why else?” Nathan fidgeted. “Christ, Nath, there are loads of parties we could go to.” “Yes, but everyone knows us. Here we can be together.” “What’s in your bag?”  Shirley looked at him and tutted.Continue reading “Romancing the stone”

Day Nine

Day nine was Christmas Day, the family had all gathered; they decorated the table with holly and crackers. We were all smiling, Dad had been generous with gifts this year. Mum carried the turkey from the oven. Uncle Pete stood, pulled his Browning and shot his brother, my father. The bullet entered below his eye,Continue reading “Day Nine”

Something different!

An Aquarian Exposition: 3 Days of Hell and Noise! I came to live here in peace, what do I get? My Generation? Listen to them. I thought I had found heaven. Living on a dairy farm a full fifty miles away from the torture of New York seemed like a paradise. It was. Now whatContinue reading “Something different!”