Jen & Mark picnic in the park, enjoying a mixed meze, an assortment of small dishes made for sharing, sort of… “Mmm, this is gorgeous!” “Slow down, savour the food.” “Hey, Is that your stomach growling?” “No, my dog. You just ate her food.”
Category Archives: MC2
A Brush With Love
“Hey, Hoover, what’s wrong with Mop?” “He had to break up with Broom.” “But they were so in love.” “I know, he swept her off her feet but her trashy brother, Dustbin, didn’t approve. Told Mop to back off, else he’d wipe the floor with him.” “Why, the dirty…”
Intolerably loud person, the centre of attention at the restaurant meal. No one can get a word in edgeways, until… “OMG! My hair’s full of fine shreds of cheese, and there’s more falling on me like snow. What on earth is happening? Make it stop! Who’s doing that above me?” “Oh, that’s Paul, he gratesContinue reading “Graters Hits”
Is It Really Goodnight?
“Say your prayers, MF!” “Mummy! Swearing won’t put me to beddy-byes quicker.” * *. * File under Magic Realism, excerpt from ‘The Playlist’, (Hard Egg Publishing 2020) available from Amazon. UK / US Kindle version available FREE from Friday 30th April – Monday 3rd May
The Trouble With Statistics
BOINK!! “Is that a number butterfly bouncing off the lightbulb?” “No, it’s a math, we get a lot of them this time of year. They’ve multiplied.” “I read there weren’t as many.” “Opinion is divided.” “Subtract that last statement!” “No. I’m going, this conversation doesn’t add up!” * *. * File under Magic Realism, excerptContinue reading “The Trouble With Statistics”
Best Served Cold…
Mother is being impossible, so I shrieked into the freezer & left it there for a week. It came out frosty and spiky, frozen to the core. The shriek is now in the fridge, defrosting. We’ll see what mother makes of it when she opens… “AAARGH!” I think she’s found it
“D’you know the Sun is 25% Helium?” “Is that why it floats in the sky, like one of them balloons?” “Yeah, I ‘spose so.” “Hey, d’you reckon, with all that Helium, people living on the Sun speak with funny high-pitched cartoon voices?” “Probably.” “He He He.”
A design influenced by train-travel landscapes, Reg’s garden was blurred at the front.
” BOO, RUBBISH!” “Why are you heckling the bin men?” “Because we should be recycling, not throwing away.” “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Think of the planet and all that. BOO, RUBBISH!!”
Quiche Me Quick
Walls have ears, and these days they have eyes too. Surveillance technology is so advanced that it makes espionage virtually impossible. So, to avoid detection, the spies in this café are communicating through micro-gestures: a barely perceptible eye roll; a twitch of an ear; the clockwise movement of a little finger… all mumbo jumbo toContinue reading “Quiche Me Quick”