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The Boy in the Park

I lie in the park and listen to the sounds of feet on the ground. They walk by as if I am not here. They probably do not notice me as I lie here. I hear the old ladies gossiping as they move from supermarket to bus station. Mothers taking their sons and daughters to the library or the shoe shop.  I lie here in the park and listen to children playing on the roundabout and swings. Continue reading The Boy in the Park


Thanks for the Christmas Card

He sits in his chair in the corner. From his vantage point he can see the plain white envelope propped up against a bottle of cheap scotch. It was on the doormat when he had returned from the liquor store and as soon as he saw the handwriting on the front he knew it was a Christmas card from Her.  He had left both the bottle and the card unopened and retreated to the sanctuary of his easy chair.  Now he has a choice, sit and stare at the corner of the room where the Christmas tree should be or open the envelope and the scotch and drink himself to sleep. Continue reading Thanks for the Christmas Card

Show Me The Money

He looked down at the thin notes held tightly between his thumb and index finger. A twenty, a couple of tens and a bunch of singles. He looked up at a round, fat face smiling at his misfortune. Eyes full of menace and violent potential stared right back at him.

“Where’s my money?”

He counted up the small handful of banknotes for about the hundredth time but there still wasn’t enough.

“Where’s my money?”

He looked around the room for some moral support, even charity, but all around were shoegazing, staying well out of this situation.

“Where’s my money?”

“I’m sorry but I just don’t have it, I can give you fifty bucks now and the rest next time around.”

“No. Where’s my money?”

“Look, don’t be an asshole, I’ll get you the rest really soon”

“Not soon enough. Give me my fifty bucks”

He bundled up the cash and handed it across the small table, a large fat hand ripped it from his, almost tearing the paper. Why did it always have to be like this?

“Thanks, now get your broke ass off my property!”

“Jesus Dave, Why do you always have to be such a prick like that?”

“It’s just business, you know that. Money makes the world go round or something. This is America after all”

“No Dave, it’s just Monopoly!”