Crossroads

John chewed happily as he waited. Vine weed made a pleasant change to the usual diet of bluebottles, mosquitoes and other winged insects that made it into his grill. He’d heard them argue, of course. “I know where we’re going. I’ve been here before.” “You told me you’d been here with your folks, when you […]

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Arthur

Arthur Junior (son of Arthur Senior) had taken to sitting at his father’s slightly wonky writing desk every second Wednesday of the month. His father, whom like any self-respecting gentleman, was very particular about his particulars, never missed a hunt. The trick to never getting into trouble, Arthur Junior had observed, was to never get […]

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