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”
Tag Archives: story
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 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”
Hammer in the Grass
They searched low through the high grass, they searched in the yellow grass, and when it moved it could not stay still. It looked like water. The grass was high, they parted the grass, look. Is it there in the grass? No, only a snake, I’ve found a snake, called the Sphinx. Ask the snake.ContinueContinue reading “Hammer in the Grass”
The Hardest Place
When I was young and the world was remaining a mumbling ball of flaming rock and the people and creatures of it were still a twinkle in the eye of the tempest, I believed that the apparent ordered chaos of entropy was the only direction of travel. A rock must fall and a flame mustContinueContinue reading “The Hardest Place”
The Fire Sheep
The Oracles wandered off carrying the time incinerator, checking its vitals from moment to moment as they walked or shuffled along. A sheep, with flames running constantly along its back, walked up and stood casually looking at the Sphinx. You are on fire, said the Sphinx quietly, not speaking too loud so as to notContinueContinue reading “The Fire Sheep”
The Guardians of the Cave 