Dead Fish

Capricorn (ep. 71)

He snags his arm on a rock. With a rip, he tears a strip of his wetsuit off along with his skin. Blood trails through the water. He keeps wriggling.

She grabs his foot, she needs him to calm down.

He drops his air tank, kicking free of her grip, and swimming the last few metres into open space.

She hangs back, and with a sigh, watches the shadow of a three-headed undead shark moving towards him.

The water turns red.

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Accountant Needed

Grey Moon – Thursday (ep. 43)

“Hmm,” mumbled Fuen, circling an advert in a newspaper.

“Looking for a job?” asked Saturn.

“Maybe,” said Fuen. “Look at this one.”

The advert read, ‘ACCOUNTANT NEEDED! £35,000 – £40,000.’

“I mean that’s easy,” said Fuen. “The answer is -£5000.”

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Penny Pencil

Grey Moon – Thursday (ep. 42)

“Oh dear,” said Yuffie, folding out a newspaper.

“What’s up?” asked Reala.

“It says here,” replied Yuffie, “Mad Penny Pencil McGrue, the courtroom artist for Harrow Crown Court, has been arrested for reasons unknown.”

“Blimey,” said Fuen. “Any further information?”

“No,” sighed Yuffie. “Details are sketchy.”

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Those Personalities

Grey Moon – Thursday (ep. 41)

Reala watched Saturn swing the door open and sit at the bar in a huff.

“What’s up?” asked Reala?

“My missus has been giving me stick again,” sighed Saturn.

“Oh dear,” replied Reala, pouring Saturn a glass of rum.

“She keeps saying she finds my personality sexy,” said Saturn.

“Aha,” said Reala. “Is that a problem?”

“Kinda,” moaned Saturn. “I don’t know which one she finds sexy.”

“Oh, don’t listen to her,” said Saturn, “she’s a moaning Minnie.”

“Be quiet you,” snapped Saturn.

“OK,” said Reala, pouring a few more rums.

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Lucky Penny

Capricorn (ep. 70)

She closed the front door behind her with a sigh. Emptying her handbag onto the sideboard revealed a powder compact, a lipstick, some lip balm, and a loose penny, which landed on its side and stood upright.

“That’s supposed to be lucky,” said her husband, handing her a drink.

“I could use some good fortune after the day I’ve had,” she laughed.

Her husband nodded, downing his own whisky. Toasting himself silently, willing her to drink the poison-laden glass. He hadn’t noticed he’d given her the wrong one.

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Mabels Arm

Grey Moon – Thursday (ep. 40)

“She was a champion poker player,” said Yuffie.

“Oh yes,” said Fuen, “I saw a bunch of her trophies.”

“Did she stop playing poker?” asked Reala.

“Yes, she lost an arm in the incident,” said Fuen.

“She got a prosthetic arm,” said Yuffie, “but she found it hard to deal with.”

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Mabels Lemonade

Grey Moon – Thursday (ep. 39)

“What about her friend Mabel?” asked Yuffie.

“Well, she hasn’t been the same since the incident,” sighed Fuen.

“No,” replied Yuffie. “It was a terrible shame.”

“What happened to her?” asked Reala.

“She fell into a vat of lemon juice and almost drowned,” replied Fuen.

“She turned quite sour afterwards,” lamented Yuffie.

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Barbara Rex

Grey Moon – Thursday (ep. 38)

“I had to close her down,” sighed Yuffie.

“What’s that?” asked Reala, rejoining the conversation.

“Barbara,” replied Fuen. “Yuffie caught her selling guns to a few of the dinosaurs.”

“Who’s Barbara?” asked Reala.

“She’s a T-Rex,” replied Yuffie. “Who makes a living as a small arms dealer.”

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Rope Tricks

Capricorn (ep. 68)

“How do you do it?” demanded Roy.

The Indian played his flute, the rope danced to the tune.

“Look,” said Roy, “I need this for my act, or the Magic Council won’t let me play London venues!”

The music played, the rope swayed.

“Tell me!” demanded Roy, kicking the Indian in the face.

“Twat.”

That was the last thing Roy said.

Although to be fair, it’s hard to say anything when a rope around your neck lifts you six foot into the air.

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Roman Lady

Grey Moon – Thursday (ep. 37)

Just then, a lady dressed as a Roman walked into the bar.

Reala sighed. “Can I help?”

The lady held up two fingers at Reala.

“Piss off to you too!” cried Reala.

“I just want five pints,” grinned the lady.

“Bloody thespians,” sighed Reala. “Always making a scene.”

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