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Cops and Fiddlers
Professor Angelus Margev, large in his professorial garb, blocked the alley, a beatific look of relief on his line-graved face. But Klukelunnen knew that face, like the husk of a seed, hid something, not sweet and nourishing, but an evil … Continue reading
Road Racer
Daisy had told him to head for the road she had drawn in red. That at some place along there, at some time between midnight and two a.m. Jason and the Anthropology Geek Dwayne would find him. But that drawing … Continue reading
A Monster Red and Rumbling
Out of the door Klukelunnen dived and dodged to the back of Night-shift Louisa’s squeaky shod feet. No time to punch the air in celebration, he raced down the long narrowness that Daisy had called a corridor. He had rounded … Continue reading
Fire Raiser
Klukelunnen looked up at the clock. Not yet an hour since Night-shift Louisa came on duty. She didn’t usually need to ‘spend a penny’ so soon. Still, the wise stone misses no opportunity. As soon as the door closed behind … Continue reading
Strike a Light
Two days later, Daisy again visited Klukelunnen in his cell. She timed it for the afternoon, to avoid collision with Dr Ireson. “Got them!” she announced as soon as the camera and mike were off. She rummaged around in her … Continue reading
The Plan . . .
Daisy turned, and turned again, looking round Klukelunnen’s high security room. “They never should keep you in here,” she said. “It’s appalling. If it weren’t for that window I’d think it a cupboard.” “Nay, Little Daisy,” Klukelunnen objected, and why … Continue reading
Tricked to Atone
Klukelunnen liked Blessed Bessy, his day-time carer. But, by the cringe, he couldn’t abide her ‘oppo’, Louisa. Louisa cared only for her wages. Within a sweep of the clock’s long hand after Bessy had left, Louisa beeped her way through … Continue reading
Observations
Bored, Klukelunnen paced. Three days, three chuffing days, held in this high-security unit. Days broken only by Dr Ireson’s visits—the Iron Man—and the attentions of Bessy and her ‘oppo’, Night-shift Louisa. Bessy was day shift, Bessy explained. Very chatty was … Continue reading
High Security
Klukelunnen lay as still as the Stone he was. He scarcely breathed. With him scarcely a kitten-sized fellow, they’d easily miss him beneath the carelessly discarded bath towel. He honed his ears. But the densely fluffy fabric muffled all but … Continue reading
Run Rabbit Run
“Can I ask you a question,” Daisy said. “If you can say it you can ask it.” She was such a bright lass, he enjoyed her company. If only she’d allow him out of this pink so-called palace. It was … Continue reading
