A Matter of Scale
A Matter of Scale A Matterof Scale Pat Barnett Our mission was to observe, but a catastrophe so unbelievable took place that those who survived are flawed beyond my power to repair. Below I will outline what happened. Meanwhile, I…
The Barber Shop
The Barber Shop THEBARBERSHOP Just a quiet time — that’s what I keep telling myself. Looking out onto the high street, I’m struck by how many hairless scalps there are. Why? Why do they do it? Or the other extreme…
Blue Suede Shoes
Blue Suede Shoes – Pat Barnett Blue Suede Shoes Pat Barnett Hannah carried a tray of glasses from the bar and gave Dan a wink. “Jan tells me she’s just sold the last four tickets for Saturday night.” “Every table…
Deadly Loot
Deadly Loot – Pat Barnett DEADLYLOOT Pat Barnett The Inspector eyed the wizened private detective with a look of disbelief. He’s pulling a fast one, thought Bob Richmond. But the old sleuth merely gave him one of his customary sneers…
Broken
Broken – A Domestic Curse BROKEN A Domestic Curse ⌘ Aunt Flora left the Missus an old Egyptian vase. It was passed through generations and used to be her ma’s. I never really liked it — it was ugly, green,…
The illusionist
The Illusionist – Pat Barnett The Illusionist Pat Barnett Condemned to die for his weird art, he set out his plan. He would need pale and dark pigment, the rags on his back torn into makeshift brushes and fluid to…
The Shaman’s Blessing
The Shaman’s Blessing – Chapter One Whispers of the Deep The Shaman’s Blessing Chapter One It was the tinkle of tiny bells wafting across the vastness of the plain that first alerted the youth. He swallowed down the fear grasping…
🔉Never Mind
By PJ It is the strangest thing, but I strongly believe that I have lived a past life.I can’t remember all the details. The memories are a little fuzzy. It feels sometimes as if they are within reach, then in…
The Rainbow Garden
By Lillian Bradbury I remember the first time I saw you. A small gnome-like figure, squatting on your haunches inspecting a laurel bush. The leaves were mottled with earthy brown patches, and you brought the young tender branches nearer, almost…
🔉 The Drive Home
By PJ Hi, my name is Charlie, and I live in New Jersey. I’m on my way home, on my own, in my brand-new Buick, listening to the radio. I look forward to this time of day. I get some…