I am writing a new novella...I know I said I was finished...

 

TheAdventures of Double-barrelled

ScatterGun O'Sea

A Novella for Students of

BU D

A Novella isa narrative a short prose fiction story, related to true orapparently so facts.

©Lazarian Wordsmith 2024

Cast ofCharacters

Double-barrelledScatter-Gun O'Sea: A lecturer with almost 40 years Tenure ofdaydreaming about a bright future with her Frog Prince. But now-a-days, she would settle for a Toad! 

I. A. M. Empty:A promising student who has been bullied to such a degree that hishead, instead of being full of ideas and promise, is now empty. He isalso deranged, in that he thinks life is fair and the good prevail.

Followers:

Peres

Prof

Council

E.X. Amos

Bud is thefictitious Bullying University Dublin

Scatter-Gun wasruminating, while sitting on her Throne. Deeply engrossed in what shethought were the gems she taught.

She was totallyoblivious to the sounds and the plopping delivery from her nethers ofthe Copperhead snakes nested there.

And since shehad been smell-blind after all those years of sniffling and not usinga handkerchief, able to sit there in the odours that were floodinginto the street outside, and above her basement garret, causingpassers-by to reek and vomit pavement pizzas.

"I willmake them pay. I will make them paaay." She spluttered as aterrific groan travelled up while a terrific load passed down.

"How darethey produce Curriculum Vitae's that show what they did not learnfrom me. Do they think they - that they - attend University to becomefree thinkers."

Totallyabsorbed in her rage, she wiped between her bum-cheeks without anypaper, and howled.

" Ithought it was only supposed to sting after a Delly Curry, or maybethat was a Delhi Curry."

I must investin a Bidet, she thought. This perching like a Green Parrot on theWash Basin is dangerous unless you use both hands to wash.

"Ah! Crap!Crap! Someone lift me up."

But her criesechoed and echoed and echoed around the three flights of stairs,leading to her garret.

"I haftato get a below stairs loo." She thought.

But her innerwoman was chanting...I think. I think, I smell a stink. I think it'soffa you!

Please note herthoughts betrayed what she thought was proper language and shereverted back to her native language. Gutter Speak.

End Episode 1