The History of Mr Polly

The History of Mr Polly

The essential thing of those fifteen long years of shopkeeping is Mr Polly, well athwart the counter of his rather ill-lit shop, lost in a book, or rousing himself with a sigh to attend to business. And meanwhile he got little exercise; indigestion grew with him until...
Brown

Brown

Of course, I did spare a thought for a little boy I’d seen earlier that day. He was kneeling on the other side of the street, sobbing away to himself. On the ground in front of him, a small white dog was lying dead. But I knew he’d soon get over it. After...
Red Dirt Marijuana

Red Dirt Marijuana

Razor Fight You ain’t change much, is you boy?” said Big Nail. C.K. leaned forward over his glass and seemed to consider it very seriously. “Well, I don’t know, they’s some people say I ain’t – then they’s others say I...
Blood not paint

Blood not paint

They held up a stone. I said, ‘Stone.’ Smiling they said, ‘Stone.’ They showed me a tree. I said, ‘Tree.’ Smiling they said, ‘Tree.’ They shed a man’s blood. I said, ‘Blood.’ Smiling they said,...
Auto Da Fé

Auto Da Fé

As he was passing by the cathedral, warm, uncanny sounds reached his ears. He would have sung in the same key, had his voice, like his mood, been at his command. Suddenly a spot of dirt fell on him. Curious and startled, he looked up at the buttresses. Pigeons preened...
Auto Da Fé

Auto Da Fé

‘How old are you?’ ‘Nine and a bit.’ ‘Which would you prefer, a piece of chocolate or a book?’ ‘A book.’ ‘Indeed? Splendid! So that’s your reason for standing here?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Why...