This is the first page of another short story of mine....... Carimba, caramba, my friend Jack. Jaime wends his way through the sweating, coupling crowd like a bulldozer with manners, never quite causing offence, but not feeling the need to stop and check either. Like the air before a storm, the space immediately before him clears, as if advance notice of his progress has reached it and though there are some dark scowls and muttered threats, they never ...
This is the introduction to a short story of mine.... Bingo, bongo, in the Congo. "Oh God, the flies ! The eternal flies ! I swear they have followed me here from Mesopotamia. Look ! I recognise that one ! The one with the blue eyes and the quiff !" So spake Julian "Bingo" Jennings, as he sat sipping something soothing at a pleasant café near to the Vatican, one lovely, sunny autumn day. "You were never in Mesopotamia, ...
Corked ! The Lost weekend (Part Two) Before I know it, we are outside on the street, after stepping respectfully around the sleeping body of the red-haired fucker and I am vaguely disconcerted to find that I am accompanied by two Tomases. "Bernie is going to open up the place and let us look for the phone," one of them tells me. Being a little cunning, I smile at the one whilst addressing the other, as it seems the safest way. Tomas ...
Corked ! (The Lost Weekend.) It is a cold and wet Friday in late February, or perhaps it is a hot, sunny day in June ? Who can say ? Not me, for sure. Not after all this time. All I know is that I am on a mission to succour my friend and rival Tomas, who cannot ride to save his life, but now seems to have a cancerous growth in his stomach, even after the poteen cask has been removed. And so I board the silver bird and fly the across the Irish ...
Tomas and Ivor (Part Two) It was a typical September night in Ireland; misty, moist and magnificent. The road to Wellington Bridge from Foulksmills was a single-laner, empty of traffic, but full of demons. "Slow down there, Kate !" yells Ivor. "It’s a tricky bend ahead of you now!". The road refused to comply, carrying on straight as an arrow. "Ah, jesus! Be steady now, darlin’. Big right-hander ...