Alfie, The Great_UNTASTY PASTIES_Let's Start a Podcast_FOLLOWING THE CAT
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Alfie, The Great
“My Dad says you’re shit!” The forthright ten-year-old boy defiantly stood in front of the birthday party magician, passing on the self-qualified negative review of his father. Not sure of what to say to the little primary school-grade upstart, the magician returned a silent momentary glare before reaching behind the boy’s right ear and producing a gold coin from thin air. The boy’s eyes widened with surprise at the parlour trick, then faster than he was impressed, he became equally unimpressed. “Is that all?” He pertinently asked. “Is not much, issit.” Silently, the magician removed his top ...
UNTASTY PASTIES
***Please note: “In case there’s any confusion caused by the title, “Pasties” are also a food item eaten in the UK and Australia.***——————————————————“Matthew, you have to see this!”“What is it now, Martha?”“Well, can you get your nose out of the paper long enough to take a look?”“Is it important? I’m reading an interesting editorial on climate control. Can it wait?”“Matthew, if I wait for you to finish reading the paper, all those articlewww.onedoor.ccs on climate control will be out of date. Besides, I will have already moved onto a million other stories on my iPad and I won’t be able to find this one aga...
Let's Start a Podcast
“Did you ever hear about this?”Christy slides the magazine across the table. Miller looks up, wiping his Cheeto-stained fingers on his sweatshirt.“No. What is this?”“Crazy article. So apparently this guy is like, super normal family man and then one day he snapped and killed his neighbor. And when they caught him, they found, like, twenty peoples’ heads in his backyard.”I am staring at the beam of late afternoon sun streaming in from the smeared library window in the corner, trying to count the millions of twinkling book dust floating by. But I am also listening.“Well this is the guy,” Miller...
FOLLOWING THE CAT
FOLLOWING THE CATHe stood on the sidewalk at the corner of the street. The matted reddish hair, the great green eyes, the head too big for the body. The stray cat had greeted him with an angry meow. “Poor kitty, you’re hungry” Peter had said, giving him a bite of the cheese and onion sandwich he was eating. That morning he had gotten up late and so he hadn’t been able to eat ( have) breakfast sitting at the table. The cat devoured the morsel and meowed, an imperious meow, as for an urgent request. Peter handed him another bite which the cat grab from his hands, swallowing it. “ You’re really h...