Busses
The world of writing is a bit like busses. Nothing for a ages and then three things come along all at once. Or sometimes four.
What A Dough Nut!
The Incredible Hulk stood on Sarah’s doorstep, staring down at her. “A deal’s a deal, luv,” he said. “I shook hands with your husband. We agreed. If you don’t give me the dough in the next two hours, this builder isn’t rising to the job.”
A Job For Life
The clock in the servant’s hallway chimed six. Havers bent down and picked up the middle of the three highly-polished, black pair of brogues lined up against the wood panelled wall. His eyes lingered on the pair to the right. Mr Birks’ shoes. As Head Butler, Birks’ shoes were a more ornate than Havers’. The…
The Wedding Crashers
The Weekly News Laura hated weddings, and so did Zac.
It’s A Good Life If You Don’t Weaken
The Weekly News (UK), That’s Life Fast Fiction (Australia) George was always the one preaching restraint … “It’s a good life, if you don’t weaken.” Every time my George issues those words, my resolve to kill him strengthens. He has only been out of hospital for 3 days and I’m run ragged even more than…