“Sorry, Sir, but your bill is now sixty days overdue.”
“Not mine. How did you get this landline number, its unlisted?” Continue reading “Not Mine”
“So, Ol’ mate fetches a round from the beer-fridge and a stubby rolls out and smashes.”
“Where were you?” His pen clicked, poised above the clipboard
“With the rest of the blokes standin’ round the barbie, just shattered watchin’ that wasted beer spread across the cracked concrete.”
“Over a spilt beer?”
“It was tragic.”
“I see,” loosening his necktie. “Go on, please.” Continue reading “Olympic Proportions”
The police baton banged along steel bars, the sound stabbing at my stirring brain.
“She’s awake,” called out the young constable carrying two coffee mugs.
I sat upright as the ceiling seem to drop on my head. “Oww,” palms cradled my oversized skull, powder coated eyeballs winced at my surroundings, while scents of stale socks combined with urine and soured cheese singed my sinuses. My throat was clogged with thick glue along and my tongue slick with sand. If this was awake, shoot me now. Continue reading “Awakening Daymare”