Et Imperatrix Noctem
This Is It
Ok, Gene, you can do this. You just need to be polite, be real, get it out as quickly as possible and don’t look back, simple as that.
‘Mother, I signed up a Facebook account.’ ‘Oh wow, Really? Will you show me, Rex?’ ‘Here, do you like it, mother?’
There was a noise of chattering in the corridor. Then the door of the student accommodation burst open by a fierce gush of the cold wind bringing the snowflakes inside.
The Kill Convention
‘Dad, is the lift going down?’ ‘Yes, son. We are now going deep underground. Remember what I told you?’
‘Hey Alex, I got us some more firewood.’ Persephone opened the door and dragged a bag in from the snow buried porch. ‘What have you done Alex? I told you not to move.’
“Hastings Private Detectives, how may I help you?” “James, it is me, Laura. Sorry to trouble you at this hour, I know it’s late, but I just wanted to know the progress of the case.”
He Looked Nothing Like Jesus
Existence is pain, Existence is absurd, Existence is pointless… ‘Nadia!’ The familiar shout from her father downstairs drifted up and stopped her pencil mark dead on the paper.
Day One I got a phone call from mother, no, let me reframe that, mother left hundreds of voicemails and texts on my mobile phone just to tell me that grandma had died. Ok, that ancient piece of museum quality antique kicked it, so what? Everyone’s gotta die someday, I’ve been waiting for this to happen for quite a few years now but that old piece of shit just won’t drop it. And now, I’m having the time of my life here in university, with all the wild party invites to fulfil and ultra handsome bikes to spot and ride, naturally, I can not be bothered to attend to dead people. But father knows me better than anyone else, he told mother to tell me that he got the new iPhone X waiting for me at home, if I attend the funeral, it is mine. Ah, dilemma, dilemma, to iPhone or to ravish hot chiselled bodies. Ok, you old pieces of shit, you got me. iPhone X here I come.