RIFLES AND GUNS AND A TEENAGE BOY

Trevor was crazy about guns when he was a child, even more crazy about guns when he was a teenager.  He used to own a BSA 22 Airsporter under-lever air rifle.  It had a telescopic site and was very accurate.  You never broke the barrel to load it.  You simply pulled a lever underneath, which…


Climate Change

“This is ridiculous,” Michael said.  “You can’t even fart these days without someone somewhere making a derogatory remark.” “Welcome to 2021, cancel culture and the extinction of free speech,” John replied. “Don’t you mean the extinction of free farts.”  They both laughed.  Michael continued, “Here comes another one …”  He paused and lifted up one…


My Madness

Somewhere on this earth I have an implacable enemy.  His task is to destroy me.  To succeed, he has at his disposal an army of cunning and malicious assistants.  Only when my willpower is totally crushed, will he stop. * * * THE EGGS * * * I have a feeling these shiny egg-like objects…


THE CUT-UP WORD TECHNIQUE

Musing about literature, William Burroughs and Alan Ginsburg concluded that writing as an art form was in decline — at the very least it was years behind painting.  Pondering these things, they began to cut up words from books and magazines, shuffle them in a box, then randomly take them out one by one and…


Virtual Reality

My avatar was chilling out in the virtual room that I had built with credits gained for beating the most complex and difficult online game ever devised.  A labyrinth of tunnels deep inside a computer-generated asteroid converged to form my underworld home.  Pock-marked with impact craters, the three kilometre wide asteroid was in Sector Fifteen…


The Spark Plugs

Johnny knew it was wrong but what the heck.  He was going to steal the spark plugs, not so much because he needed them, but because they were there and the garage shop assistant was looking the other way.  He gave one furtive glance to make sure the coast was clear and then he whipped…


Mods and Rockers

I was a Rocker.  In the late 50s and very early 60s Rockers were called Ton-up boys.  Somehow the name morphed into what it was now.  Back in 1964 I was sixteen years old.  I owned a Triumph T110 motorbike with a splayed cylinder head and twin Monobloc carburettors.  In those days it was just…


Me and Freddie Cook

It was a hot and sunny afternoon.  Clear blue sky with not a cloud in sight.  Me and Freddie were making our way down the Lane towards the river.  We had passed Derek Gardens where Freddie lived and were now in the dead zone.  On Sundays nothing went on in this part of the lane. …


The Preacher

The congregation listened in awe as the preacher delivered his sermon.  It was like this most Sundays, the preacher standing behind the rostrum, Bible open in front of him and mouthing carefully crafted words with just the right intonation — pitching his voice with perfect cadence and timbre to inspire and captivate his audience.  Occasionally…


Life, Death and Rats

Nine year old Tommy lay in his bed listening to the scratching noises coming from the partitioning wall that separated his bedroom from his sisters’. “Mum,” he cried out.  “I hear those noises again.” Tommy’s mother appeared at his bedroom door and told him to hush.  “There’s nothing there.  Go back to sleep.” But the…