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Part One The first in a series of true reminiscences. Rain and Crabs The drawing boards stood in serried ranks positioned on one side of the office, slightly battered, old stock from the 50′s. The drawing office was in need of a little decoration, the pale green walls, described by us as “Gas Chamber Green”, were peeling in [...]

What Goes Around

Posted: September 10, 2008 in Writings
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Denton Fedrell sighed and leaned back into his wing-backed cracked leather armchair. He raised his glass of McClelland twelve year old single malt to his lips, sipping gently. The log fire crackled and hissed, throwing grotesque shadows dancing onto the heavily embossed reproduction Edwardian wallpaper on his study walls. The warmth of the fire contrasted [...]

Nightmare

Posted: September 10, 2008 in Writings
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The room was full of sleeping strangers. In fact the room was strange in itself, not quite right, and in the darkness Campbell surveyed the interlopers with confusion. A regular high pitched pulse emanated from the room. What the hell was this? He moved onto the landing and glanced though the broken bathroom door, a [...]

Satan’s Cry

Posted: September 10, 2008 in Writings
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We disagreed; you threw me out to tend the fires and inflict the pain of ages on those whom you’d rejected. The blame for their failures you put on me, and washed your hands of them. But to some you offer great reward: eternal pleasure, free from pain, and some you store in Purgatory, like [...]

The Park Dweller

Posted: September 10, 2008 in Writings
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I like to sit here, looking over the park, soaking up some rays. Except I can’t feel them of course and I’ll never get a tan now. Occasionally I’ll wander over to someone just to be close. Yesterday it was a young woman with a pushchair. She seemed to feel me there, and she tightened [...]

My Best Friend

Posted: September 10, 2008 in Writings
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I’ll never have a best friend again. In fact, I’ll never have a friend again. They suck the life from you, all but your very last breath. Alan was my friend. We met at a St James’ Club meeting, like-minded philanthropic individuals who happened to like a pint or two. Harmless fun most of the [...]