Bohemia Village Voice13/10/12 •
David & Goliath – for 2012 GOLIATH: Ah, David. I’m going to smash you up, crush you, turn you into a pulp. DAVID: Isn’t that a bit extreme Goliath? Couldn’t you just, say, crush my spirit or something? GOLIATH: Like joke about how little… Read more
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13/10/12 •
Little Red Riding Hood Little Red Riding Hood, went out horse-back riding in the wood. Darkness, bracken, moss and fern shot by. The big bad wolf came sauntering by. “Listen,” he said, “I tell no lie. Your granny sent me, nanny sent me here to… Read more
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The Dinner Party The highlight of Vivienne’s week was her invitation to the Mayor of Siorac’s dinner party. Her friend had appraised her of rituals to be observed and the honour bestowed upon the new inmate of the French village. The… Read more
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Not As It Seemed ‘Not as it seemed’, you say in your letter. I do not know how it seemed. I do not know that it seemed. You remember, I feel sure you remember, that day after grey day, through March and well into April, here we’d sit on one… Read more
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Albert Albert would have been surprised to hear himself described as a nice old man. Certainly, he had a lot to be nice about. He had Shirley, and then there was Fred next door, Mrs Johnson over the road and any number of people who stopped for… Read more
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Till Death Do Us Part My breath dances in circles, swirling ephemeral in the cold air. The night and street lamps work together, creating a crowd of shadows to keep me company. They nestle around me, curl back against the grey wall, keep me warm… Read more
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‘Two Slices of Evening, Please’ ‘Two slices of evening, please’ I said, lying in bed, still drowsed in sleep. Out of the fog they came, and like lemon slices, I laid them on my eyes to soothe them. If you were me, what else would you do… Read more