Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
Capricorn (ep. 75)
Then came the scrabbling on the windows. Fingernails scraping, scratching. Asking, then demanding, to be let in.
No petrol, no weapons, no escape.
We lock the doors as if it would make a difference. They’d get in eventually.
You keep trying, right up to that last moment. Refusing to believe what you can see – the worst.
The cracking of a window, our final screams.
Capricorn (ep. 74)
I watched my last breath drift up, past my face. An elegant display of silver bubbles.
She held my foot. Fingers clasped so tight my toes were already numb.
One last gasp, the water rushed into my lungs.
My daughters face, already a memory.
“What now Stephi?” asked Chris.
“We create new life,” replied Stephi.
She forced him onto his back, he laughed. She leant over him, her face close to his.
“Good start,” grinned Chris.
Stephi’s face began melting, oozing onto Chris’ face. Finding his nostrils, covering his eyes, filling his mouth.
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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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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She poked the fungus with a pen. It seemed to move, on its own. Like it was reacting to the probing. Then the mushrooms reappeared. She sighed, slipping into a long-sleeved shirt to cover the worst of it.
She looked back across the bed at her client, sleeping. Tight bastard. No amount of protection was going to save him from this.
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“This book,” replied Mabel. “The words keep moving about on the page.”
“You mean an e-reader?” asked Suzy.
“No, an actual book,” replied Mabel. “The chapter describes what’s happening here, just before it happens.”
“Oh?” asked Suzy.
“Yes,” said Mabel. “It says I drink tea, and I drink tea. It says I eat a biscuit, and I eat a biscuit.”
Suzy laughed. “What does it say now?”
Mabel adjusted her reading glasses. “‘Then Mabel bashed Suzy’s skull in with an ashtray.'”
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Capricorn – Little Horror (ep. 61)
He slams his fists on the door.
“Let me out ya’ wankers!” he screams.
The bulb swings gently above his head. His shadow shifts.
“At least gimme a room with a window!” he yells, giving the door a final bang.
The door gently opens into the cell. He steps back blinking back the tears. He breaks down, slamming his fist on the wall built behind the doorway.
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Capricorn (ep. 64)
She pressed the gun against his forehead and fired again. She had to be sure. She stood crying, sinking into the jacket she wore. It was his. It still had the smell of coconut hair pomade on the collar. She pressed the gun into the roof of her mouth. She took her eyes off the bite marks on his shoulder and arm. The boat tipped, rotten, bloated hands emerging from the water. A last shot.
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He woke up. He was moving down. He banged his fists on the roof.
“Damn you!” he screamed. “Damn you!”
He fumbled in his pocket, found a matchbox, flicked out a match and struck it.
His vision blurred. He drew what air he could into his lungs.
Above him, in red felt-tip pen. ‘Tight arse couldn’t buy me a fancy coffin’.
Then sleep.
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