Naptime Five Hundred #3: Alan Ball, and Alan Ball

Naptime 500 series.

Transition 8

I am standing in a corridor, the background it is dark. A wind approaches from the shadows the voice is almost like a bark.

Summer's Memory

Remember August, when we met? It seemed idyllic then, and yet on looking back I can't recall the pleasure of that Summer Ball; just heat, oppressive, like a shroud
Cherry

The coffee here is drugged

Send word. Send poison experts with bulletproof vests and superguns and get them to order mochas across the way. Just one and I was charged like a sixty-six inch cell,

GRAVEYARD TALES - S1/E6 - FRANKIE AND HIS NEW GIRLFRIEND

It was quite a few years ago when I got my first proper girlfriend.

Things I have brought today

I have brought my warm, weathered waist coat Which is creased like an elephants hyde Also with me is a mood so melancholy That the birds have withdrawn as to escape Its shadowy clutch

Things I have'nt brought with me today

I have not brought my seal of zeal this afternoon As a distant cloud has dulled my mood Also not with me is my beloved darling Who has in-fact not been with me for quite sometime

No escaping this

This piece is for a new magazine called tripod which promotes new writers from Nottingham, Derby and Leicester. www.tripod.com . The working title was Escape.
Cherry

Answerphone

A message on my answerphone, from a voice I've never heard, has left me full of yearning as I hang on every word. For my messages are usually, in truth, a bit mundane;

Arctic spunk

Arctic spunk I caught him mid orgasm on my bedroom rug. He said no matter how hard he tried, he saw hairdressers slick popping lids off jars.

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