‘Wouldn’t be the first time.’ Nathan chuckled and then turned. His grin vanished and with eyes widened like saucers. He stared beyond Walter, into the night.
‘What’s up?’ Walter followed his gaze.
A man, about Walter’s height and build emerged through the precinct gates. He drifted towards them.
‘Boris!’ the boy whispered.
The dog cowered beside Friedrich and whimpered.
‘Slow down! Slow down!’ Dad screeched, his foot pumping the imaginary brake.
‘Yeah, okay, okay!’ I pressed my foot on the clutch and forced the gears down. Crunch!
‘No!’ Dad lurched for the gear stick. ‘Not like that! You have to double-de-clutch.’
Arthurglanced out the window. Cliffs shaped like giant stained teeth grinned back at him. Way below, tiny trees dotted the valley…’I guess when you booked this Far flung tour, you never imagined you’d be sitting on a bus on the edge of a cliff.’ he laughed nervously.
Read more "Lost World of the Wends (41)"Ever had trouble getting someone to peruse your work? Suddenly, they’re all busy.
Read more "Monday Missive: Editing"Nathan braced. He clutched the handle and yanked it clockwise. No joy. He wrenched it anti-clockwise. Still no success. ‘It’s locked. Who locked it?’
‘Who do ya think? The stinker who put me in here,’ Walter shrieked. ‘Can’t you ram it or something?’
Oh, dear! It’s doing in my head,
The old computer is dead.
Well, perhaps not quite…
Read more "Monday Missive: An Ode"Lovers in the morgue, what next? Shaking his head in disapproval, Nathan changed direction and marched to the old morgue.
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