Four Plots
in search of a Novel
a)Half
This
time, Remembering one half of me would regret it .
I
murdered a pint in cold blood, earlier I had only managed a murder of passion.
Newspapers
rustled at the edges of my consciousness and conscience. They said
VICTIM
in a robust bold font. Which was half true.
b) Angel
A
heavier sigh than death. Unfurling in the clouds.
I
can’t remember a time when her face looked so beautiful,
gazing
up, astonished. Like that time when I first saw her in the Catholics church.
Roaring
into our souls we held hands tight as lovers.
‘Amen’
, she sighed.
c) Crystal
Everyone Loves you. She
said with ease not recognising that her three words were not the ones I had
wanted to hear or maybe realising too well. She held my gaze with those eyes
like port in crystal. She heard me say, Not
everyone. I am sure she did.
d) Undead
Chris
has brought a dead rabbit into the bar, ‘Fifty pence’, he says, ‘a bargain
mate’.
‘Sorry’,
I say,’ I’m a vegetarian’. ‘A what?’ he asks incredulously before scowling off thunderous to the snug. A
week later he finds me. ‘Cauliflower’ he says, ‘Fifty pence for two’.
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