Mixed Meze

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.”

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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”

The Joke That Bombed

Moonlight cast a blue glow over the desolate quarry. The chain-link fence had been cut, dusty footprints formed a path leading into the disused mine, now a forgotten storage facility. ‘There it is!’ Jed and Sam’s phone lights rested on the unexploded bomb rumoured to be stored here. Sam’s beam picked out the stencil writingContinue reading “The Joke That Bombed”

Caught up in the mellow drama

The other night I was watching a TV programme about murder in fiction; it was good except for one annoying aspect. The presenter talked about melodrama but insisted on pronouncing it “mellow drama”. As if the sinister was fine. Like: “Hey man, let’s do a murder.” “Mellow drama” It spoiled the effect really. “Mellow drama”Continue reading “Caught up in the mellow drama”