Shy
...barged into the science wing, threw his bag on the floor of the chemistry lab and started chatting shit to Noddy, and Mrs Fryn said I don't think I like your attitude and he said I don't think I like your face and she told him to leave and see the head immediately...
The Score
Listen to The Score byGeecologist on hearthis.at As far back as the writing of the Bible, a 'score' has always meant twenty. I wanted to create a mix that only picked tracks from the 2020s so far, and even though we're not quite three years into the decade, there was...
Game Control
The kempt and ingenuous young man held before her a carving of an enormous African family. The carving was awful enough to start with, but had be mucked over with tar. Eleanor was reluctant to touch it. 'I don't-' she fumbled. 'I'm travelling, I can't-' 'Please,...
Four Thousand Weeks
Now that my daily duties involved a baby, I'd simply expanded my instrumental approach to accommodate the new reality: I wanted to know that I was doing whatever was required to obtain optimal future results in the domain of child-rearing as well. Except that this now...
Timbuktu
Mr. Bones knew that Willy wasn’t long for this world. The cough had been inside him for over six months, and by now there wasn’t a chance in hell that he would ever get rid of it. Slowly and inexorably, without once taking a turn for the better, the thing had assumed...