After he married Catherine, the only time I saw Uncle Fergus was during the Christmas and New Year’s holidays when the family observed the “truce”. I never questioned why we didn’t get together at any other time of the year. It wasn’t until I was an adult that I learned the truth.
“Reload the story,” Harry said.
“Harry, I just—”
“Please?”
Kenneth sighed and clicked the arrow icon. Their network connection was slow in the mornings and the page reconfigured slowly. First came the bold, enlarged headline, followed by the ads. The smaller print loaded last. Kenneth and Harry skimmed the entire article again but it read the same as before, no updates or revisions of any kind. The suspect is in a blue Volkswagen Passat heading southbound on I-5. Police are urging other motorists to avoid—
67 years!
Harlan counted again: 67 years!
The numbers were bright as they flashed in his head. In all those years he had made every trip to Wiscasset, Maine but one, the time he was in the hospital in McKees Rocks, PA for his coronary by-pass. 67 years to celebrate a death, a heroic death, but a death forever cold, no matter how hard they tried to warm it up.
Leila Allison has just made my head hurt with this re-run submission. Not because of her choice of story – it’s a cracker – but because of – well – this is what she said:
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Jane couldn’t keep her clothes on.
She’d been arrested a few times on public decency charges but when the authorities witnessed her prison togs repelling themselves from her, the charges were dropped.
She was referred to experts on everything but there were no experts on spontaneous clothing removal by the clothing itself.
Another week has came and went and left us with Posting Number 229.
I have never thought of myself as being naive but there are some things that would make me reconsider.
I thought life would get easier as I got older.
I believed that I would, one day, do a job that I enjoyed and have no intervention from fuckidiot management.
Continue reading “Week 229 – Madness, Letting Writers Write And A Horny Guy With Crumpled Clothes.”
You are not privy, as am I, to the trials that led to this suggestion from Leila Allison. Suffice it to say there is a cat in America who is cleaner than he was, and a cat bather who may stop bleeding soon. But, Leila’s trials are our rewards when she brings us, from the bowels of LS Towers this:
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“I know you said that you didn’t want another drink but I’ve poured you one.”
Gina accepted the glass of wine.
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Ms Allison has spirited herself, yet again, into the dark bowels of LS Towers and emerged holding aloft this excellent piece by one of our regular contributors. This is what she said:
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Wilma sat down at the table.
“You’re a fisherman for fuck sake.”
“I was, I’m retired.”
“That’s beside the point, you know what it’s like about here, you were a fisherman and you always will be!”
Continue reading “Splash by Hugh Cron – Very Strong Language and Adult Content”
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