Sheba, having discovered the meaning, returned. The City of Az was a burning desire to make hats, big ones. I am home darling! She cry, throwing her car keys into the cut glass bowl on the taupe-coloured wooden consul in the hallway and kicking off her waders. In here, called She Sphinx, echoey and distant.ContinueContinue reading “The Council of Hats”
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The Informal Fountain
When the grims had come to the Infernal Fountain they should musts, in turn, threw their precious coinage into the tumultuous waters. Eyes closed or open, back turned or front on, it made no. They made, must make thoughts of the true wantings of their souls. Sheba, in turn, came and she had no coin,ContinueContinue reading “The Informal Fountain”
The Phisherman’s Tale
When all the fish had been fished away, I must turn my attention anew, to discover some alternate source of nourishment. I looked at the water, slosh sloshing against the side of my ancient coracle in empty pieces and decided to cast a new net. A net I must spin up some clever traps toContinueContinue reading “The Phisherman’s Tale”
The Personal Trainer’s Tale
I became or was made redundant. I had neither purpose nor direction. Not up nor down, nor left nor right. My only possessions, a whip and a wooden chair, which happened to be so light that one might pick it up and brandish it with one hand, and a bicycle that went nowhere. The whipContinueContinue reading “The Personal Trainer’s Tale”
The Hedge Fund Managers Tale
When I was a child, I dreamed of childish things. Being a merchant of Venice or somewhere closer to home. The spectre of climate change was always playing upon the e-news and in my mind, so I decide then and where to create a fund of resource to enable the replant or build of hedgesContinueContinue reading “The Hedge Fund Managers Tale”
Rutherford Close
When they arrived at 4, Rutherford Close, the woman with the goat used the short end of her stick to ring the bell, the stick having been used, disappeared from the story. The goat wondered if it would be next. Sheba, The Sphinx and the woman with the goat waited patiently on the path fromContinueContinue reading “Rutherford Close”
War Zone
Big grey or light green metal tanks covered with guns sticking out went rolling back and forth, rolling tracks making patterns in the broken things, across somebody’s garden and through the fence and over the car and breaking the lamppost. Mud poured out of them. All the vegetables were mushed up with mud and couldContinueContinue reading “War Zone”
The Bright Hammer
When it was there, by the up of rocks, a rope was let down by rope, drifting about, coiling, and the Sphinx made a knot around and around the Bright Hammer by teeth and claw. When they pulled the rope, it went straighter, moves up and down, because it was heavy, still is. Then, heaveContinueContinue reading “The Bright Hammer”
Hammer at Sea
The sea was wet, wet, wet, and moved like a field of grass in the wind. The Sphinx sank like a stone Sphinx to the seabed where was encountered a Sea Cucumber. Are you animal, vegetable, or mineral? The Sphinx asked. I am a Sea Cucumber, certainly not a mineral anyway. I give up, andContinueContinue reading “Hammer at Sea”
Hammer in the Jungle
In the jungle, leaves, leaves, leaves and stays. They traveled slowly, ducking and diving, holding branches back for the one who came after, oh thank you. Ouch, you missed that one, sorry. Have you found a hammer yet? No, Sphinx going in front, no, but I’ve found a Shield Bug on a leaf. No, youContinueContinue reading “Hammer in the Jungle”
The Guardians of the Cave 