Zebra Finches 1 and 2
We are Zebra Finches
We’re named 1 and 2. I’m a hen and so is 2. We both live very comfortably, as best as can be expected, in a reasonably large black flight cage on a balcony.
Short Stories Three
This is the third collection of weird, strange, sometimes humorous short stories. It grew from short stories one.
How not to park the car
Maybe I should just disappear? I might move to another part of the world. “What do you think Helen? Stave off any repercussions, run away, tactful retreat.
The Queen
Robyn was lovely, not only did she always seem to be thinking lovely thoughts, she gave off lovely vibes and wondrously lovely aromas. Then there was the Queen
Louie had a choice
A revelation, a cleansing with an optimistic view of the future. Not only his future, but Louie had a choice.
Rob and his smalls
Rob wandered all through the shopping centre’s car park on his way to buy his new smalls.
Margaret and Ruth
The garden was alive, more alive than it had been for years. Greens, yellows, reds and browns all fighting for attention. As were Margaret and Ruth.
A nasty face
Poor old Bob has a nasty face with some serious cold sores, a haircut fantasy and a missed opportunity. He waits and dreams of what may be.
Handed to him on a silver platter
Roger looked at this often spruced expression on the screen in front of him. He had everything handed to him on a silver platter, this could be the next post.
Debbie or Jill
Jill is trying to write a short story about Debbie, one that’s a little to close to her own life. Sad, horny, drunk, lonely and overwhelmed.
House inspection
It was lonely and very confusing out there in the backyard. There were some tell tale marks of a visitor, but no sound or smells. It was a house Inspection.
There is no fool like an old fool
Two old farts sitting at a bus stop on a glorious, but unusually freezing morning, in a North Queensland winter. They sit there together waiting for a bus, well they think they are. There is no fool like an old fool.
A wheelie story
Did you somehow wake up one day and find that you’d lost all of it ? A tale about a wheelie, a man in a chair with wheels.
Andy needed to change
He’d spend all day sitting watching TV, reading meaningless newspapers (although he wondered why he did that) and commenting out loud at the lunacy he was exposed to.
Hillsdale Hamburgers
The green of the trees and the brown of the long dehydrated grass shone brightly in the neighbourhood as did Hillsdale Hamburgers.
The old woman is drunk
This wheel went bump because the master of its circumference smashed this poor little wheel against a gutter. The old woman was drunk.
Texting leads to death
It was very dark. She was very drunk, texting her way down the footpath, she being Daphne failed to see it. The large pole was solid, didn’t move and could only just stand and stare back at Daphne. It had no life aside from its physical form. It was after all, just a pole. We know … Read more
