Category Archives: Grandma’s Attic

Tricked to Atone

Klukelunnen liked Blessed Bessy, his day-time carer. But, by the cringe, he couldn’t abide her ‘oppo’, Louisa. Louisa cared only for her wages. Within a sweep of the clock’s long hand after Bessy had left, Louisa beeped her way through … Continue reading

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Observations

Bored, Klukelunnen paced. Three days, three chuffing days, held in this high-security unit. Days broken only by Dr Ireson’s visits—the Iron Man—and the attentions of Bessy and her ‘oppo’, Night-shift Louisa. Bessy was day shift, Bessy explained. Very chatty was … Continue reading

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High Security

Klukelunnen lay as still as the Stone he was. He scarcely breathed. With him scarcely a kitten-sized fellow, they’d easily miss him beneath the carelessly discarded bath towel. He honed his ears. But the densely fluffy fabric muffled all but … Continue reading

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Run Rabbit Run

“Can I ask you a question,” Daisy said. “If you can say it you can ask it.” She was such a bright lass, he enjoyed her company. If only she’d allow him out of this pink so-called palace. It was … Continue reading

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The Sacrificial Time

“Who or what is this Saturn?” Klukelunnen asked once Daisy had safely returned him to his pink palace prison. The girl wrinkled her small freckled nose. “You sure the professor said that? ‘Beloved of Saturn.’ Only Saturn’s a planet, sixth … Continue reading

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Thorny Questions

No one had ever said of Klukelunnen that he was wise. Adventuresome, aye, and brave; some might say to the point of stupidity, but he never could turn his back on a challenge. Not ever. Aye, and that was the … Continue reading

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A Game of Names

Klukelunnen didn’t trust Professor Angelus Margev, so he’d rather the door was left open, if only a crack, lest he needed to run. Except, where exactly would he run to? There was no escape from the professor’s apartment, its outer … Continue reading

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