Jill in the Box!

A number of my short stories with, what I hope, are unpredictable endings. Subject matter, between them, is totally varied. The essence is summed-up in a little rhyme that I wrote to precede the thing: The children open the Jack-in-the-box Out pops Jack Some laugh, some shriek, some run away, then they force the joker back The children open the box again Jack pops out You'd think they were not expecting him from the way they fall about But soon they tire, discard the box to begin adventures new They know that Jack will always be there or, at least, they think they do...........

Acrobatic Lady

ACROBATIC LADY by Albert Woods In the room, there were no visible clues, no mementoes, there was no aura - yet Stretch felt it must be the right...
Cherry

CHEAT THE HANGMAN

Some of the womenfolk would make a play for Abel. He knew that a lot of them got a special thrill from bedding a hangman; only, he didn't much care for it.

CIRCUIT BUG

It would be an incalculable fortune, growing by monstrous proportions during every second of every minute of every day; round the clock, non-stop, forever. In time, every living man, woman and child would be paying royalties to Michael.

COMMITTEEMAN

"So moved, Mr. Chairman," said Claude Oakes, before they even had time to discuss the issue. "I'll second that." Then they raced to the pub.
Cherry

DESMOND PROCTOR'S DUMP

Kirkbride knew nothing about the science of computing. And that was just as well; for if he had, he would never have agreed to Desmond Proctor Sellotaping the electrodes to his temples.

GOFFIN'S COFFIN

Ha, tee hee, we chortled with glee, when we buried that shitbag, Goffin. None of us, ever liked him much, which is why we bought him a coffin. (Spot of black humour, here).
Cherry

Jill on the Box

Jeremy Burton isn’t sure whether he’s hallucinating or simply going mad. All of his friends can see and hear TV personality Jill Gibbs when she appears; but not Jeremy.
Cherry

STICKY FINGERS

But for the action on the wheel, absolute silence reigned. Click, click, click... the ball hopped from segment to segment, running, betweentimes, up and down the central hub. Click... click, it bounced again, this time in and out of twenty-nine, and in and out of eight. It changed direction on the rebound. Then... click! it finally dropped home

The 'Good Book' Says

We’re all God-fearin’ folk in our Bible-Belt town. Well… on Sundays we are – if you know what I mean.
Cherry

The Other Side

Old Thorpie likes young girls - especially greedy ones.

The Very First Time

"You mustn't let dirty-minded men do things like that to you," Mother used to say. "You'll go to hell if you do."

THRICE DISOWN ME

Father Kennedy is thrilled that his parish church is about to be fitted with a new stained glass window depicting Christ’s crucifixion. Not so Vincenzo, however. He wants the existing image of his personal patron saint, Peter, to remain – and intends to see that it does.

VIATICUM

Is it surprising that Father Dominic should be astonished when the undertaker arrives to measure-up the very much alive Father Michael? Spot of black humour.

Wrong again, Karen

Pressed into a double date by Karen, Beth isn’t keen on her chap. But she still agrees to cook for the four. Something spicy!

WELFARE STATE

Captain of industry and insatiable profit addict, Frederick Hogg, wants to see an end to ‘State handouts’. His boyhood chum (and serial layabout) Percy Swanning, has a somewhat different view.
Cherry

ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD

"Three, two one..." the announcer's “zero,” has the whole globe synchronised with the atomic clock at Greenwich - the one time recorder still functioning; the one that will be stopped, for good, in an hour's time - when it all goes live.

NORMAN'S DOG - Part 1 (of 2)

It was Cormley Crag's gruesome history that kept the faint-hearted villagers away. All stayed tight-lipped on the subject - except old Norman.

NORMAN'S DOG - Part 2 (of 2)

By the time that Joshua reached the last grave marker, the light was beginning to dawn; not in the sky, but in his consciousness - though it was quickly extinguished when somebody clubbed him.

THE SILENT ORDER OF THE REDEMPTION

Extremely short - and eerie, I hope.
Cherry

NO MILK TODAY - Part 1

A tale of greed in Tinseltown. Who's conning who here?
Cherry

NO MILK TODAY - Part 2

Is anybody going to get their comeuppance?

IF I WERE A POLICEMAN

I'm not a policeman. I don't suppose I'll ever be one, either; but that doesn't stop me from sometimes imagining that I am.

ANOTHER FRUITCAKE

According to his analyst’s diagnosis, Edward’s aversion to his own name was yet another manifestation of his invented neuroses. All he really needed, by way of treatment, was attention.

THE SILENCE OF NATURE

True account of the huge price a man paid for being himself.

THE EXTRA-ORDINARY MEETING

A venue had been difficult to find. Nobody wanted them. At this one the innkeeper was told they were monks.

FLAW

If this account exists, it will mean that there is a serious miscalculation in the Professor’s theory, so please read no further. Avert your eyes. But if there is no dissuading you, then may whichever god you worship do more to protect you than mine, as the existence of this document attests, has done for me.