Category Archives: Shorts

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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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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An Apprentice Ship

So I left the house at quarter-to-eight, turned right into the row (that’s a very narrow lane to you, speciality of Gt Yarmouth), to meet up with my daughter who was waiting for me on the farside of the river … Continue reading

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It All Began

“It all began when Jan met Ned.” No. Wrong. Wrong? Everything that ever had happened in Jan’s life led to that moment. Ditto for Ned. Fine. “It all began when Jan was born, three years to the day after Ned.” … Continue reading

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