Over the years, my imagination has grown to an almost obscene level. Weird, odd, strange, dark, funny, too smart by half, writing that defies categorisation. As a result, I have packaged a number of them together in an eBook format and hope to calm the world with their content. Big boy hopes of course, but I feel I need to try.
While they sail the internet, there’s still plenty here to distract you from the woes of modern life. Here’s a sample to wet your whistle.
A man called Andrew was running. Andrew ran and he ran and he kept on running. Not really running from, or to anything, just running for its own sake. He was like that Forest Gump character, on a mission to discover his own inner self. His worn out feet and his ever decreasing frame. Andrew was running.
He lost about half a kilo each day. He ended up being given clothes and various supplies by strangers as he went running through their little country towns. Smaller towns and smaller clothes. The last of Australia’s hope in these tiny towns, some of them tidy, but all of them full of dismay as they died a slow death.
Nearly every young person once reaching a certain age, just up and left. Businesses closed and people died. Pubs had no happy hour and the local butcher had long since gone along with the post office and the bank. In fact the owners of the bank and post office fell in love and just disappeared. Andrew didn’t even notice any of this, he just ran. The strangers were very nice but they struggled to keep up. Most had to drive alongside him and chuck bits of clothing and supplies into his little trailer back pack thing. more here …
