The numbers game. Bishop, Lollipop, Blister.
'Bishop McAuley was parish priest in Fethard when I was a boy' Malcolm said
concentrating on injecting a tiny drop of fluid into the blister pack of
the strawberry lollipop I was holding for him.
'You knew him quite well then.' I said '
'You could say that'
'What if he shares his lollipops with his latest...........boy?' I
asked.
'He never shares and he always has one sticking out his big fat gob.'
I'm going to send him on the trip of a life time.' Finally Malcolm smiled.
Love it. Plain and simple!
ReplyDeleteThis was hard for me to read with the strange punctuation. I had to read it twice to figure out what was going on.
ReplyDeleteHi Lindsay,
ReplyDeleteI am thrilled and delighted you with your comment. I like reading your flash fiction pieces for terrible minds even though they scare the hell out of me a lot of the time.
Thanks
Hi Sarah, Thanks for taking the time to comment. I'll be more careful with my punctuation in future.
ReplyDeletea Psychadelic lollipop, cool
ReplyDeleteVery sinister...I like it!
ReplyDeleteAm I terrible for silently cheering a little for Malcolm? lol - great twisted stuff!
ReplyDeleteHi Mark, I liked your story but couldn't comment on your site. hope you see this here.
ReplyDeleteHi Dee - Glad you enjoyed my story.