‘Sunlight’

The sunlight is coming. Horrible, cruel sunlight. Better the dark. Better for hunting. Better for eating.

But where to hide now that molten, baleful eye returns to the sky?

It skitters this way and that. Twitching. Searching.

Then a dark hole. Cool. Quiet. Inviting.

The scorpion scuttles into the shoe.

 

Life, in a word, has kept me away. I have been writing, but on other longer form things that may or may not find there way here. For now I will continue with a flurry of shorts…

‘Crab’

What is this crab thinking she wonders? As it is pulled from its watery home and thrust rudely into a bucket with its already incarcerated kin.

She realises that they don’t think – not in a way we would recognise. But still there lingers a doubt, a nagging whisper in her mind that this is wrong. That all the crabs should just be left alone. A cloud passes the sun. For an instant she imagines a vast alien hand reaching down for her, yanking her to a realm beyond her ken.

She doesn’t go crabbing again.

‘Ambiguous’

‘With a duly set precedent the administration would be able to act in such a way as is of some benefit to the organisations involved.’

The hosts right eye twitches and he gulps down frustration.

‘Yes or no,’ he repeats.

‘Look the prerequisites…’

‘Yes or no,’ the host roars.

In the gallery the producer’s mouth hangs agape. The view is locked on the host’s snarling face.

‘You ambiguous fucker!’ The host launches himself. Hands outstretched. The camera startles to life and pans away.

‘Yes or no!’

A clarion call to those watching.

‘Cassette’

With no will and no living relatives the house and its contents are up for auction.

The room is a disaster of audio tape cassettes. Most of the boxes seem to have degraded and vomited their contents into a communal chaos. All seem to be unlabelled.

It takes him three hours. He decides to take one; part souvenir, part curiosity.

His old cassette player is in the garage and that’s where he listens to it.

Ten minutes of crackling static. Disappointed, he is just about to give up.

Then the screaming starts.

Human and real.

Far too real.