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New flash ‘Ally McBealzebub’

now up at Twisted Sister Lit Mag.   Star-studded pop culture meltdown comedy Horror… Hope you enjoy!

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One-Man-Band On The Run

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I’m a oneman band, when the crowds are tough, a oneman marching band.  I’ve had more coins thrown at me by the afternoon cathedral drunks than dropped into my hat.  I’m an unloved oneman band.

The bass-drum’s my Achilles’ heel.  I’m old school, I don’t think it’s right to perform to backing tapes like seems to be the norm nowadays, but can I keep a beat? Can I fiddle!

I practice at home, foot, pedal, foot, pedal, ’til the neighbours bang on the walls.   They’re better percussionists than me, I should rope them into the act.

The precinct on a Saturday, rain curtaining off the eaves. A couple of Community Support officers look over as they pass, but they don’t seem too interested. Them and everyone else.

Can’t wait to go home today, before I mould.  My harmonica suddenly makes the most godawful squawk when I blow.  I blow harder.

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‘Simon Says’

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Simon said, “Marry a nice girl, we all do, for appearances,” only now that I have, he tells me he was joking.

Simon said, “Elliot, it’s easily solved.  Leave the gas on when she’s sleeping.  Drive straight over: you were here playing poker with us all night long.  Go home crack of dawn, walk in on a tragedy.”

Simon says all this but there in his flat, I couldn’t stop seeing Leigh, lying in bed, breathing, and now I’m racing across London through the rain, Hyde Park Corner up ahead.  The streets are deserted.  The lights turn red.

Simon says Go.

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