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April 16 - May 17, 2024
Timmy had been leaving the gym one evening when someone had run up and shot him from behind. There were certainly better ways to go – being shot on the way into the gym, for example.
The Brothers Branch were to restraint what your average seagull was to nuclear physics,
he didn’t want to be the one standing around telling everyone to calm down during the first wave of the zombie uprising. The “everyone remain calm” guy always bought it in the first act.
She really had tried to like people, but it was very hard to based on the available evidence – war, famine and the films of Adam Sandler.
Bunny McGarry looked around the corner of the supermarket car park where the St Jude’s Under-12s hurling team had gathered. He was unsure what the collective noun for a group of pre-teen boys was – a slouch? A bedragglement? An exhaustion?
Do you remember that shed in Phil’s garden?” “His lab? Course.” “Well, hang onto that memory because it isn’t there anymore. It blew up last night.”
Bunny had a growing suspicion that Huey Moore was going to go places in life, even if he would need a large bowl and some wet wipes to get there.
“Do you have any idea how long it takes me to come up with those excuses, boss? It’d be easier to just do the homework.” “So why don’t you, then?” “Well, now you’re just being ridiculous.”
According to a bit of paperwork Deccie had accidentally seen once while he was definitely not snooping, Bunny was born in 1969 or something like that, which, given that it was now the year 2001, meant he was really old. He was older than mobile phones, colour TVs and women’s rights. Deccie was pretty sure they’d only invented science about 20 years ago.
“Pint of Arthur’s
Arthur Guinness
come January first, he would go back to that gym he had been paying for every month for two years now. Marcia joked that he went religiously, in the sense that like church, he went a couple of times every year, usually around Christmas.
The tension in the room ratcheted to the point at which you could cut it with a wedding-cake knife, which is exactly the same as an ordinary cake knife but would cost you twice as much.
