Lamington Hell

  “Now you see Coque, what it is right, is that you just been born. Not re-born. Born” continued John, “What you see around yer, right, is all real. Real as where yer come from just now, right, and where yer is now, is exactly that, now. Simple right?”   No, not simple at all lamented Mini.   The darkness of the night he had gone to work in…

A ferret named ‘Desire’.

  ‘Death’ may walk beside you. ‘Death’ may linger over a battlefield. ‘Death’ may lurk in Hospitals and places of ‘Respite’.   What ‘Death’ actually likes is a good cuppa, a biscuit, a natter, and a crossword. She also likes her Grandchildren, her fox terrier Mr. Darcy, spying on neighbours, talking just out of earshot of her sons and daughters…

A most delicious fillet of soul

  Mr. Darcy had enjoyed the wait.  The world going about its business was always an interest to him. He enjoyed the occasional pat from passers-by, plus the odd tit bit that was infrequently offered up to “such a good dog”.   His dietary intake of souls was well looked after.  Many a lone, and…

Your death, my happiness.

  Sweat ran into her eyes as she fled on winged feet.  She had no weapon, and the open area beside the rutted and dusty track offered no cover whatsoever from either the elements or more human pursuers.  Her cloak streaming behind her, flapping occasionally around her legs slowing her, and her laced above the…