Category Archives: Grandma’s Attic

Inescapable Destiny

“The church doesn’t open until nine-thirty,” Daisy reported, having read the notice fixed to the south porch. “What d’yer want to do? That’s a while to wait.” Klukelunnen would be happy to idle in the stone garden, it was welcoming. … Continue reading

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Cops and Fiddlers

Professor Angelus Margev, large in his professorial garb, blocked the alley, a beatific look of relief on his line-graved face. But Klukelunnen knew that face, like the husk of a seed, hid something, not sweet and nourishing, but an evil … Continue reading

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Road Racer

Daisy had told him to head for the road she had drawn in red. That at some place along there, at some time between midnight and two a.m. Jason and the Anthropology Geek Dwayne would find him. But that drawing … Continue reading

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A Monster Red and Rumbling

Out of the door Klukelunnen dived and dodged to the back of Night-shift Louisa’s squeaky shod feet. No time to punch the air in celebration, he raced down the long narrowness that Daisy had called a corridor. He had rounded … Continue reading

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Fire Raiser

Klukelunnen looked up at the clock. Not yet an hour since Night-shift Louisa came on duty. She didn’t usually need to ‘spend a penny’ so soon. Still, the wise stone misses no opportunity. As soon as the door closed behind … Continue reading

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Strike a Light

Two days later, Daisy again visited Klukelunnen in his cell. She timed it for the afternoon, to avoid collision with Dr Ireson. “Got them!” she announced as soon as the camera and mike were off. She rummaged around in her … Continue reading

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The Plan . . .

Daisy turned, and turned again, looking round Klukelunnen’s high security room. “They never should keep you in here,” she said. “It’s appalling. If it weren’t for that window I’d think it a cupboard.” “Nay, Little Daisy,” Klukelunnen objected, and why … Continue reading

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