Concert 3 By D.I. Jolly A good few weeks and many dates later, Jack had finally worked up the courage to ask his potential new boyfriend to come to one of his concerts. It wasn’t that he was embarrassed about his music, or scared to perform it. He was worried that if he leaned too…
To be read like David Attenborough.
If you were offered a potion that could make all your wildest dreams come true, but at the end of an hour you’d die, would you take it?
Dan looked down at the ash floating in his last glass of whiskey and thought to himself.
“Life is gorgeous.”
“I know what superstitions are, but what are normal stitions?”
“Where do hiccups come from?”
A friend pointed me at an anthology being put together of 42-word stories and suggested I give it a go.
This was tropical, the kind of heat that filled a room and hung on your shoulders like a hot wet blanket. The kind of heat that feels like drowning if you breathed too deeply. The kind of heat that Jones P.I. hated most.
He would have his days free to do what he wanted and then sleep at work and get paid for it. Because who would want to break into a textile factory?
Scheisse 2 by D.I. Jolly As Franklin’s back hit and broke through the bars glass window he couldn’t help but feel that it had seemed like that sort of day, all day. From the moment he woke up he felt like he knew it was going to be a bad day. But he had a…