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24 – A Devil’s Bend and a Bunch of Flowers The blue car screeched around the bend, flew past the cyclist and disappeared up the road at more thanenough speed. Dust kicked up off the country road. Dried mud from all those tractors. It pooled in the air in a long stream and followed in a trail blanketing the distance in a kind of haze. The road was narrow. The car passing close made the cyclist wobble, stop and get off his bike. He looked along the road following the passage of the car. It disappeared over a slight rise in the long straight section just before the sharp bend that was out of sight but he knew was there. He heard a loud screeching of brakes, a rolling bashing noise ending in a very loud crash. Silence except for a stuttering half-hearted horn that struggled to continuously sound.
Holding his bike in one hand the cyclist just stared at the small cloud of dust that was appearing above the hump in the road. Gave a kind of that was inevitable shrug, mounted his bike and contin…
21 – A Rooster, Battenberg
Cake and a Secret Code The time was exactly four in
the afternoon and the front doorbell rang four times. That was all, not because
the ringer only rang four times, but because the bell ran out of energy. It was
clockwork. The contraption secured to the front door just above the lock and
consisted of a bell about four inches across fixed to a winder on a metal plate
that was screwed to the woodwork. To encourage the bell to work it was simply
turned clockwise several times compressing the spring. Winding it up. The
activating button on the outside was attached to the mechanism via a push rod.
When pushed the spring was released and the bell revolved at pace causing
ringing. When released the bell stopped. In this instance the ringer had pressed
the button five times. Reginald Oldershore was
sitting in his comfy armchair in his front room having his afternoon cup of
weak everyday tea and Battenberg cake served on his best china. The china tea
pot covered with…
22 – Boiled Sausages and Curly Butter
The pipes banged at exactly six thirty. A resonating thumping that carried through the whole building. Every morning the same without fail. It was the cook turning on the cold water to fill the egg poaching pans at the same time as Mrs Gloria Dubonnet stood up, pulled up her very ample knickers and flushed the loo in her small flat immediately above the kitchen. The row persisting until the cistern replenishment was complete. Then resuming as the many guests trotted in their pre-agreed order to the three bathrooms, one on each floor. Each turn of a tap or flush of a loo starting a kind of harmonic organ like arrangement the sort that might be heard in a very contemporary recital.
Ample is an extremely good way to describe Gloria Dubonnet. Had a large behind and sufficient, in fact more than sufficient frontage. Her golden hair, dyed of course, hung in ringlets to below her shoulders and complimented her rouge enhanced cheeks, brilliant red lipst…