Flowerpot

A psychological fantasy/theological mystery/psychosexual comedy

Dolores Costello

Dolores Part 1
Gold cherry

Eulogy Mood

Bubbles of rank and direct-from-the-beard beer landed on Stinson’s face when Masterson noticed too the strange couple, and his accompanying outburst...
Cherry

Freshwater Hedonism

‘How many languages do you speak, Grimur?’ ‘Three of them very well. Faroese, English, Danish. But I speak also a little fish -Swedish, fish -...
Cherry

Katrine and Walter

Her phrasing reminded him of home, but there were inflections in the accent that indicated she was not Irish. And why would she be? She had perfected...
Gold cherry

Letter to the Editor

Letter to the Editor Irish Press June 19, 1952 Sir – I am writing to you with regards the review which appeared in your recent publication, written...
Gold cherry

Sideshow

Part 13
Cherry

Kognat

It was mostly a faultless translation. Katrine had taken great care to deliver her mother’s words in an eloquent arrangement of English; as a result...
Cherry

The Herring Gutter

It was a clear day in Torshavn. A stark difference from the gloomy town they had come upon the day before. Sun. Cloudspecks. And people. Smiling...
Cherry

Leaving The Light Of Day

Katrine: 1 vodka Masterson: 1 beer Stinson: 1 beer Masterson: 1 beer Katrine: 1 vodka Masterson: 1 whiskey Katrine: 1 vodka Stinson: 1 beer Masterson...
Cherry

The Kill

‘I have committed no crimes worth a long trial so I’ve little to fear from your psychomonic flummery,’ said Masterson. ‘This brain here’s...
Cherry

His Eternal Authority

Masterson stepped back to loosen his clothing and that’s when it became clear that Katrine was the other body involved; and she too was emancipating...
Cherry

My Body Lies Over The Ocean

My body lies over the ocean My body lies over the sea My body lies over the ocean Oh, bring back my body to me. Masterson had a fine voice. He...
Cherry

Monkey Flower Funk

I have not been a woman. Nor a girl. No. Scratch. I have. Yes. I am. What I should say is not a woman in the automatic sense. Instead remotely...
Cherry

Autobiography of a Charismatic Leader

‘So do you have a title for your memoir yet?’ Walter asked Geissel. They were standing at port bow gazing up at the tin foil sky and the tin machines...
Cherry

Wheelies

Katrine was strolling on the deck when she caught the distinct odour of gas. She asked Stinson about it and he told her Dolores Costello smelled like...
Cherry

A Chromatic Fantasia

Bach Chromatic Fantasia and Fugue in D Minor Gyorgy Sandor, Piano WALTER: ‘I found myself with the Red Army in 1934 just as they were about to start...
1 likes
Cherry

Flutes

Dolores Costello was drifting slowly in a mellow zone. A few hundred miles were behind them and conditions were smooth and restful. The wind and tide...
Cherry

Manhandled

He was in a museum. So was Orla. She was across the room from him. She hadn’t seen him. She was looking at the other exhibits. Soon she would have to...
Cherry

1.2.3.4 BISHOPS

Bishop 1: And what about this one? Bishop 2: Oh, Stinson? Yes, we should ship him off too. Bishop 3: But I've heard promising things about this young...
Cherry

Crazy With The Medicine

She sat on her mother’s coffin and looked up at the sky, a militant grey shroud now, armed tooth and nail with cloud and a drum full of cold rain...
Cherry

Terrapins Drop

‘Visualise those little hairs on your fingers quivering as a covert wind runs over them. It’s the same wind in your mind making the terrapins drop...