The Hairless Meandering of Edward Lock (18)

(18) My phone is vibrating in my pocket and I let it buzz. On the screen is Cora’s naked body covered in long kelp. She’s standing in a pool of ketchup which is smeared up her legs and around her crotch and over her kelped breasts. Last night’s moonlit escapade. I feel hard. I feel…

Stories in Short #7 (Daily Prompt: Chaotic)

Daily Prompt: CHAOTIC The alarm doesn’t work, because the alarm is broken, it’s always been broken, every now and then someone will say, Isn’t the alarm broken? and we’ll all look at each other and say, yes, yes the alarm is broken, but never do anything about it, because you never expect the alarm to…

no one has turned on the jukebox

  To the girl on the train, we are not thinking about fucking you. We aren’t superstars. Instead, to fall in love, buy better shoes.   Following the drunks from pub to pub. Receding hair leaning on the bar. No one has turned on the jukebox. Who’s mum fucking died in here?   Sniff. He goes to…

Who Killed Mrs. Crew (7)

The Puggleton Inn is where I like to drink the most. There is a man in there who sometimes wets himself all over the chair he is sitting in. I love to watch the staff have to clean the wee from the seat. I love it because I know that the wee stinks and smells…

Who Killed Mrs. Crew (5)

I brush my teeth and think about the United Kingdom Independence Party. Mrs. Crew most definitely voted for that lot. She deserved what was coming to her. Her skin was very orange, between her folds gathered white pith. The sort of skin flakes that taste sour and accumulate on skirting boards. How? How does the…

Who Killed Mrs. Crew (4)

Mrs. Crew lived in a bungalow by herself on Croombe Road. By herself, with a parrot. I had seen the parrot through the window. I heard it ringing, ring, ring, like a telephonic device. I heard it through the letterbox. On Tuesdays Mrs. Crew was visited by a nurse. From the nurse I learned Mrs.…