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Death of me; shining life of you.

The hunt had been magnificent. His quarry had been physically the fittest of his encounters at least these last two hundred years. Said quarry also was the smartest, resourceful, cunning, and most importantly, cowardly he had engage in such a while. There is no greater chase, nor greater hunting prey, than one in which…

‘Occupation?’ ‘Dead.’ he said.

The air wasn’t quite musty. Nor was it a space where the air had a hint of age about it. It certainly had dampness adding to the subtly overwhelmingly…………… “what IS the term?” thought Mini amongst the gamut of other more or less important thoughts. “It sort of smells like Grandma’s flat in…

Shave my belly with a rusty razor

170220012, 29052012, 30051431, and 29052012 all sat down to watch the Saturday morning cartoons. 29052012 liked them, 17022012 found them immature and caused some slight temporal discomfort, 29052012 was flat out not interested in them, and lastly 30051431 was completely wrapt by them. It was pathetic to observe. “So my clothes will be dry…

Chaos & Carnage

“Do lift your chin and close your mouth garcon” she remarked to one compact yet non descript lad, and to a rather “Slightly over done” length of humanoid charcoal. Both did so, and all fly catching dangers were averted. Neither spoke, train wreck fascination overwhelming the unlikely pair, not quite fully understanding this occurrence,…

Roll with the lunches.

Darkness staggered drunkenly over the surrounds around Mini’s flat. The only difference between his flat in the “now” and “then” other than the whole “lived there, now I live here” was a small cat flap cut into the front door for “it’s for easy ferret access Coque……” The shadows around his flat were…

Kill the messenger

Mini had absolutely no problem gaining his bearings once establishing the locality of his place of birth. The trip there after, although somewhat arduous, was uneventful as far as the term can be applied to one of the newly born into a place that “is as was, was as is, is as will always…

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…

Mob of one

As far as he was concerned, temper and rage; nothing more than weakness through emotion. It was the ability to think, not feel, that gave cause to the success of man. It is not what people feel that truly matters in the long run, it is how they think and act that defines them….

Death winked; saucely.

Death swore, Mr. D’Arcy’s failure, the first in over a millenia, left Death to re-evaluate Black Annis with a certain amount of professional awe. In accordance to protocol, Death had grievously, excruciatingly, harmed the only friends Mr. D’Arcy had known and loved. The very same beasts come pets of the other horsewomen of the…

Skinned with a brick

Flesh boiled away from Heathcliff’s body. Feathers from the massive goose kept the skin intact, allowing for far larger chunks to slough away from the bone. He smelt delicious. The ears, being large were the first part of Tea Time to dissolve. The enormous rabbit’s left eye burst into a gelatinous mess first. His…

Insanity and other groovy stuff

She had never felt so good, so alive. The air smelt sweeter, the sky looked bluer, the songs birds sang sounded as though they were angels serenading some random God, and everything about her felt positively vibrant. Nottingham in the 1920’s was an absolute feast for her. Blood had flowed as gaily as…

Sad, demented, yet oddly sociable.

Seated in a middle carriage, Black Annis was thrown forward and across the compartment hard, coming to an equally sudden and jarring halt against the opposite wall. Picking herself up, she cocked an ear and took in the utterly foreign sound of the wheels of the train squealing painfully loudly under brakes. Combined with…

The insight of fear

A mixture of Absinthe and Laudanum now was my only saviour, releasing me from pain all but completely. The cold was running havoc upon my old injuries, and I was beginning to wonder if some wretched fever was folding me within its unwelcome wings. ♠ My days in Fremantle Public Hospital were seemingly…

I know you.

From there I slept without dream or movement, opening my eyes some nine hours later, feeling as though I had not slept at all. Once more from the breach unto the fire, I moved off into the day. Again, following my routine path to the Fremantle Public Hospital, this time for a later shift….

She was the chlorine to his gene pool.

♠ One night in the August of 1919, at about three of the clock in the morning, Mrs. Fox and I had finished aiding in the delivery of a stillborn to a twelve year old mother in a lean-too rudely built against a farriers fence on William Street. Whilst Mrs. Fox was in the…

Hell’s Teeth

The months, like Napoleon’s troops fleeing Russia, marched on with a cost. The performance of surgical procedures was reduced generally to two or three times a week. The apparent nocturnal popularity of the team that was Mrs. Fox and Dr. Peel found us, bag in hand, committing anywhere up to ten hours every night…

Rumble and dice

One evening six months after the sharing of our lodgings began, Mrs. Fox, exposed me for my gender correctly through the art of deduction, and her inimitable ability observe. My pragmatic landlady informed me in a direct and matter of fact manner that I was, indeed, a woman. Her rather accurate rationale was attributed…

Vinegar and Razor Blades

‘An account of time served in Fremantle Public Hospital, and the greater Fremantle area; 1919 – 1920; Dr. Jean (John) G. Peel, Surgeon-Major (retired).’ ♠ It had become apparent at age 12, that if I were to remain for all the world to see as a woman, never would I progress further into meaningful…

Face full of head

I am standing in cold driving rain. I am drenched. I am happy. This day has bought much joy to my heart; well it would at least, if I had one. Those stupid folk, so easily deceived, so easily led astray! How they quail before the beautiful, beautiful rain! Dashing hither tither in search…