Well we’re now at week 291.
As we say here, ‘The nichts are fair drawin’ in’.
Which is simply translated as, ‘It’s getting darker earlier and that means that winter is just around the corner.’
Some submissions have given me the inspiration for this posting.
It won’t be long until our 300th post.
Any of you who have been reading those anniversary ones will know that we normally have a section on memorable lines. This year will be no different.
Just pronounced ex-Navy and having breakfast in a small diner in Idaho, road dust claiming him as much as it did his old Ford convertible gracing the parking lot like an abused antique, he met Maybelle Hustings slinging homemade hash, the air full of morning’s riches. She was tall, neat in her apron for a hash house waitress, wore her hair pinned back severely yet evoking promise in its loosing. Corded movements in her neck, supple and graceful but fully pronounced as a woman’s, brought him early hungers, caught him leaning in the booth. Their eyes locked, gave out announcements, were decoded, and then, so as not to embarrass the other, were allowed to wander. Initial signals had been made, and illustrated; acceptance, of some order, duly noted.
Fergie left early again. He was fed up with the self-acclaimed King Of The Pub. He was a cunt. He was a pumped up insignificant prick who walked about as if he’d shit himself. And the clothes, fuck the boy thought he was a gangster rapper, he was nothing more than a nipple-end with some ‘roid rage.
Continue reading “The Viaduct by Hugh Cron – Warning – Strong Language”
Ah yes – Leila has picked one from the far back corner of the catacombs – We miss Tobias so this is a lovely little reminder of his skill:
Continue reading “Literally Reruns – All Saints Day by Tobias Haglund”
June 1st 1990
Sharon walked into the office. She saw her workmate Jim staring into a half empty coffee cup. He looked up. His face was flush, his eyes tired and she could have sworn that there was another line on his forehead.
“Do you know what I caught that kid doing?”
She began to chuckle. Jim had been trying to keep his cool since wee David and his mother had moved in.
“We know that it is the spawn of Satan, but go on…Surprise me.”
Continue reading “A Mother’s Love By Hugh Cron – Warning – Adult Content, Strong Language.”
Stefan Slater has been down in the dungeons, probably something to do with social distancing – but he has come up with this little gem. This is what he said:
Continue reading “Literally Reruns – The Drinking Hour by John Conaway.”
“Yesterday, upon the stair,
A little man who wasn’t there!
He wasn’t there again today,
Oh how I wish he’d go away!”
–William Hughes Mearns, “Antigonish”
Leila has been down into the depths of LS towers again and rooted out a story by Editor and author Hugh Cron – I love it when that happens. This is what she said.
Continue reading “Literally Reruns – Toffee Head Tom by Hugh Cron”
A new participant in the Rerun event. Thank you so much Frank Beyer. This is what he said:
Continue reading “Literally Reruns – Stocks and Futures by John Visclosky”
