The Micro Novels
The shortest shorts from the Micro Novel Widget, recorded here for posterity.
Storm
The good doctor woke up early one morning to find a hurricane had blown the roof off his ambition, the flood had stolen his aspiration, and a howling gale was continuing to batter those fragments of optimism still intact.
Raoul
You’ll never take me alive! – He said. They didn’t want to.
Prequel
In the beginning, there was the backstory.
Dealers
Bankers & Journalists. Cocaine. Money in excess. Money AND excess. More cocaine. Too much money. Too much cocaine. Paranoia. Global economic meltdown. No more money. But still plenty of cocaine.
Sequel
“You’re good,” they said. “But you’ll never be better.”
Motel
When I was young I thought an abattoir was a posh bathroom. Mother taught me this.
Countdown
Suddenly he realised the clock was running down. And there wasn’t enough time left for foolishness. Or fools.
Cult
A small man with a big ego and a martyr complex. Colleagues he imagined were disciples. Inevitably, his false omnipotence unraveled in a hailstorm of ugly petulance.
Futilitarian
At the farthest end of contemplation, he finds that there is always one more question than there are answers.
Trilogy
A story well told. A point overstretched. Optimism over pragmatism.
Osama
No internet. No phone. Portable TV (mid-80s). Stack of VHS tapes. Vegetable plot in yard. Not exactly Goldfinger.
Unopened Mail
“Please forgive me.”
Motor Oil
Black grease on my hands. It was a wrench.
The Eternal Search for Belonging
The barista finally asked me: “The usual, Sir?”
