• clarekins commented on the post, rally 5 years, 11 months ago

    My father was a car lover. He brought me to a rally one hot Summer’s day, as a desperate attempt to spark some enthusiasm in me for cars. But his efforts were wasted on me.

  • clarekins commented on the post, insect 7 years, 2 months ago

    The nest appeared to be moving, curling in on itself and out again. With a closer look I noticed it was not the nest that moved, but hundreds of fleshy pale slimey maggots, fighting over the stinking remains of a […]

  • clarekins commented on the post, lending 7 years, 2 months ago

    In all her glorious hatred of others, she couldn’t even bring herself to lend me a pound for the bus fare.

  • clarekins commented on the post, tasting 7 years, 2 months ago

    Days had passed and I could still taste him after at the back of my mouth. With every exhalation I could detect that scent, so distinctly his. A misty muskness with a tangy after-taste.

  • clarekins commented on the post, insect 7 years, 10 months ago

    You thought it was so damn clever of you, to slip that dead beatle into my ham sandwich. I worried for a split second that the crunch was cucumber. I hate cucumber.

  • clarekins commented on the post, ill 7 years, 11 months ago

    Ill. illness. illy dilly pilly illness.

    Yup, it struck again. There’s no denying it. She’s practically yellow.
    Crispy dry skin. Dry mouth. Sticky hands.

    and the stench…

  • clarekins commented on the post, ticket 7 years, 12 months ago

    “TICKETS! TICKETS PLEASE! …Sir, your ticket please..”
    and so he advanced through the carriage, standing tall and proud.
    “Such posture” thought Aunt Vera….”What a fine figure of a man”, she whispered to her sister, who chuckled to herself, avoiding eye contact with me and my sisters.

  • clarekins commented on the post, violent 7 years, 12 months ago

    “So he has a violent streak in him, does he?”
    “Aye sir”
    “Well, you know how its done here – we respond to violence with violence. Give the fellow a taste of his own medecine.”
    “I see”
    “Martha! … Be a dear and fetch me the hammer.”