Elevating elevators lifting the righteous rich towards Heaven. Glittering gold and shimmering sheen. Momentous money mountains. Malevolent me, here to enact vicious vengeance. They can't / won't / must not get away with it. Litigious lawyers run rings round rigged rulings. Judges adjudicate in favour of backhand bribes. The little man misses out. The little … Continue reading RIGHTEOUS REVOLUTION
Pete was well known around the local area. No matter where he set up his market stall a crowd would gather. Pete could sell anything to anyone: air conditioning units, bike parts, chopsticks, fake tattoos, parking meters. When his stall illegally blocked a street, the police were called. They left with a packet of fudge, … Continue reading PETE’S MARKET STALL
'Are we there yet?' Archie asked. He was feeling claustrophobic in the hermetically-sealed caravan. Agnes peered out the kitchen window as the countryside whizzed by along the autoroute, 'Not yet, just passed Paris.' 'Maybe we should have picked somewhere closer than the Mediterranean?' 'You wanted warm sunshine and the beach.' Agnes brought the coffee over … Continue reading A CHANGE OF SCENERY
He put the flask of scotch and two tumblers on the makeshift table and sat in a plastic chair. Puddles of water swirled round his feet, bits of flotsam were strewn everywhere, broken trees lined the beachfront. It was a matter of waiting. Waiting to see who turned up. Waiting to see if it was … Continue reading AFTER THE STORM
Floating along on a bed of epicurean marshmallows, Malcolm IV, king of the giant gerbils, nibbled on a lovely stilton and ordered the destruction of Paris by his army of flying pigs armed with lances and flame throwers. In the Kingdom of the Glowing Eggs, the latest crop of chimeras - half voluptuous maidens, half … Continue reading IN THE LAND OF THE GIANT GERBILS
