M. A. Rolli
Bio
Endlessly trying to fathom the meaning of life. Music, words and love make the process tolerable.
Stories (2/0)
A Binding Contract
It had become one of the central tenets of his new belief system and he hadn’t so far experienced anything that persuaded him to revise his opinion. All the same, he felt on the most basic level that unless there was at least a modicum of whimpering during the proceedings, he wasn’t doing the job properly. And it was a job, after all. Not in the traditional sense of the word, true, but he did receive payment in exchange for services, which enabled him to define it as such. And he did have a set of terms and conditions – notionally, anyway - to which he strictly adhered, as did his clients: 50% up front and 50% on completion. To him, this was more than a quirk; it was what gave the transaction validity, what turned something that could have been regarded as a mere hobby into a professional contract. Reconciling the end-to-end transaction also rationalised any reservations he may have had at the back of his mind. Not that there ever were any. Despite his initial anxiety, it turned out he had quite a talent for his work. Taking pride in the art of instilling a real fear in his prey - while not overdoing the physical damage - was an unexpected bonus.
By M. A. Rolli3 years ago in Criminal
Inheritance
The house of my father’s father stood at the end of a tree lined driveway, overgrown and untended. Muscular roots snaked under the road, opening gaping potholes into which the rainwater pooled, causing my old Ford to lurch alarmingly, creaking and complaining at every indignity.
By M. A. Rolli3 years ago in Families
