A battle ensued; Mr K with garbage bag-ponchos verses sons refusing to wear the garbage bags.
The dog emerged, head shaking something in her mouth.
As the thing scraped against the ground, sparks flew. The dingo yelped and released her prey. The three fellows stared at the mangled crab-like creature writhing on the grainy surface. It spun and fizzed, a demented break-dancer.
More than at any time of the year, ‘tis the season for almighty mistakes, confidence tricks and broken toys. From scammers to all sold out, ‘tis the time to be savvy and aware.Read more "Tuesday Post-Christmas Thoughts"
Long after the others limped off to bed, I harassed my cousin with questions.Read more "The Riddle"
Boris strode back into the church hall and boldly down the aisle. All the Wends turned and watched him march up to the altar as though he were the Messiah.Read more "Lost World of the Wends (45)"
“Hey, that wasn’t supposed to happen!” I leapt to my feet, my jumpsuit twisted around my ankles. The shrubs had disappeared and were replaced by the glass panels of the transporter enclosure. The control operators fixed their eyes on me as I struggled to pull up my suit.Read more "Bliss! It’s Free!"
I wandered off by myself to squander those few precious relics of dried fruit and savour their shrivelled sugary taste. But the meagre morsels were not enough to satisfy my hunger and I cried.Read more "Meagre Morsels"