Monthly Archives: September 2011

Shoplifter Shop Lifted

John had reverted to shoplifting. He has after all a habit again to feed till the Subitex comes. He gave me £10 because I’d said once he was working I might give Quentin £10 a week. I didn’t see why … Continue reading

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Visit and Day Out

I was thinking of lunch when I saw Quentin approaching outside. He didn’t know I can’t let him in if he doesn’t buzz or to use the tradesman’s to let himself in at that time of the morning (if it … Continue reading

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Lapse

I’m going to put in the end of the last post here for easy access because it was the updated part which Facebook doesn’t show: He was in bed all day, at death’s door, with a cold. He recovered sufficiently … Continue reading

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A Made-up John

My made-up John, as my Australian ex-sister-in-law believes (and could be right), is …well, he was upset at the the thought he wouldn’t see as much of me if he found work, in a restaurant or in construction, and had … Continue reading

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September WG

I ran for the bus. John Elliott was on it, remarking my athleticism which I did not overdo by immediately breathing normally. Back from Devon, he went on to drop off baggage first. The key wouldn’t turn in the lock. … Continue reading

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Jigsaw Pieces Too

John turned up but sex was coitus interruptus, at least for me, by Leslie’s eldritch shouting at half-twelve or quarter to one and raging pursuit of his erstwhile girlfriend, Gina, who gave as good as she got in the stairwell … Continue reading

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Jigsaw

First Piece: I heard footsteps on the stairs. When I opened the curtain, there was a police van parked outside. I assumed the footsteps were police, not for Yvann who’s out the back but for Connor upstairs. By the time … Continue reading

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