DALSTON NOIR #4 Egon Has a Plan

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Egon pondering the meanness of life

Read Dalston Noir #1 Trouble On Kingsland Road
Read Dalston Noir #2 It Was a Dog’s Life After All
Read Dalston Noir #3 The Past Isn’t a Different County

Even though it was already the end of March, the nights were cold and Egon wished his bedsit had central heating, but instead he turned on the gas oven as soon as he got up.

Munching on Weetabix he googled dog breeds and there she was – a Golden Retriever. All the dogs looked cute but none of them had the effervescent beauty of Gilda. Eager to find out more about the breed, he learned that Golden Retrievers are cheerful, trustworthy, demonstrative and forgiving – characteristics he had always hoped to find in a girlfriend. It also listed mouthiness, heavy shedding and distinctive doggy odour. Still, he reckoned, something he would put up with. Continue reading

Sometimes All That Remains Is Dandruff

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remains of the day    ©TD2016

 

And there are things

which are not possible

it’s not the wrong season
it’s not the wrong hour
it’s not the wrong place

they are not supposed to be
and only God knows why

and every time a part of you softly dies
and every thing that cannot happen
happens somewhere else

it’s there where we’ll meet.

DALSTON NOIR #2 It Was A Dog’s Life After All

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Egon pondering the meanness of life

Read here DALSTON NOIR #1 Trouble on Kingsland Road

Keeping an eye on Costa Coffee, Egon quickly took out his iPhone5, which he had found in a bar one night and managed to unlock. The light wasn’t great for photography but he didn’t intent to post the crime-scene pictures on Instagram anyway.
Poor dog, what an end to a life filled with adversity and struggle. He made a pledge there and then to find out who killed him, because in his mind there was no question that this had been a dogcide. A suspicion which was confirmed when he saw what looked like a stabbing wound on the dog’s right rib cage, very close to what must have been the heart, he figured.
The stern police-woman’s superior was leaving Costa, heading for them and Egon decided it was high time to disappear in the crowd. Continue reading

Choices

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(justsostories)

Victor had too often in his life said No. Or rather No when he actually wanted to say Yes! and Yes when deep inside it was calling No!

In order to simplify his life, he replaced all Yesses with Nos.

It had taken him years of painstaking work to build his fortress to keep everyone out and himself in. Victor started to believe it was because of all the Nos which should have been, might have been, could have been Yesses.

And therefore, starting from today, no, from this very second, he would say YES! to everything.

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This emerged from a prompt by Jutta Reichelt’s Story Generator.
Jutta is a German author and fabulous human being who runs a genius blog on writing and storytelling.

Lament

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Life is a cabaret, old chum.   ©TD2016

 

you thought
you’d get away
at night and fog
slipping through the gate

look at the pathetic you
not even clothes to wear

you thought
you’d come out of the battle unblemished
wrapped tightly in your armour
striking high from the horse’s back

look at the victorious you
every mirror is a peril

you thought
you wouldn’t need to pay
you were even with your trustees
but they mortgaged your life

look at the insolvent you
pleading for reimbursement.

Mona Lisa Sm:-(le

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photo: Thomas Ricker

(onehundredandtwentysevenwordsflashfiction)

Lisa del Giocondo was fed up with keeping that phony smile on her lips. These fools didn’t know that the only reason she smiled so awkwardly was to hide the wooden braces which had been fitted to correct her crooked teeth.

Dio mio, she wasn’t amused at all. Not by these gaping visitors, not by being trapped inside a frame or hanging by a thread… the corners of her mouth seemed to be pulled upwards by ever-tightening hooks.

Then this god-damn CCTV and guards everywhere… nowhere was she able to spend some time in peaceful solitude.

The lights in the Louvre went off. Lisa had been meticulously plotting her escape for 502 years, 13 days and 8 hours.

Finally the moment had come.

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