Monthly Archives: September 2019

Proscribed Visits

Posted on September 23, 2019 by johnbrucecairns

I visited Michele to find out if she had finished reading the book and was off the proscribed list.  She had, though she’d’ve stopped except she felt she owed me (as you don’t, or so you think).  “I knew you’d … Continue reading →

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Literary Response to Blog of the book

Posted on September 19, 2019 by johnbrucecairns

Michele asked, ‘Have you had any response from the literary world?’ It’s keeping schtum as is its wont. The coterie appreciate each other’s but don’t know what to say about my writing. Des Wilson complained the short story didn’t have … Continue reading →

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33: end

Posted on September 12, 2019 by johnbrucecairns

Sees what?  Is she going to come in with us?  After a bit? to make sure. “She won’t follow us in here.  Will you, Nell?”  Uncle Willy raises his voice to show she’s not there though there’s a sound and … Continue reading →

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32: false

Posted on September 11, 2019 by johnbrucecairns

“What’ve you and Johnny been talkin about today? telepathy?” “No,” Mum’s low.  “Doing it.”  She thinks better of trying to convince him. “What!  A can’t believe, you can’t expect me to believe that, Nell.” “No.  A can’t believe it masel … Continue reading →

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31: return

Posted on September 10, 2019 by johnbrucecairns

In for a pound.  ?  ‑ing?  The drag of nothing against my legs is easing as I push along the side of the bath toward the outside door, the door out, not in, the door in is the bathroom door, … Continue reading →

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30: timestop, from infinitely fast unconscious thinking

Posted on September 9, 2019 by johnbrucecairns

She means Eric.  His what?  Big boy or man?  Where? Does it matter where!  Where are we?  Up the Avenue?  Is that where he ‑ ! On the Avenue, beside a tree. What did he do to you?  I might … Continue reading →

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29: break, in writing of realisation from unconscious memory into consciousness

Posted on September 7, 2019 by johnbrucecairns

  * I broke off bored (in time to deal with the psychopath[1]) run out of the love for Nick used to realize the unconscious memory of when time stopped, and I don’t believe I’ll ever love again to be … Continue reading →

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28: into the labyrinth (and instance, when time is stopped)

Posted on September 6, 2019 by johnbrucecairns

Mum doesn’t like me playing with the Raeburns and to put me off says they have nits, tugging my hair while she bonecombs it, “Look!  There’s one.”  “Where?  I can’t see it,” unconvinced by her desire to convince me, I … Continue reading →

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27: cats skinned

Posted on September 5, 2019 by johnbrucecairns

Sheila catches up with me back of Mackenzies as if she knew exactly where I’d be.  “How did you know where I was?”  “If it wasn’t one place, it’d be another.  My mother knows what I did.  She didn’t punish … Continue reading →

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26: washing

Posted on September 4, 2019 by johnbrucecairns

“Mum!  Roy’s not washing his neck.” “That’s up to Roy.  Tell ’im.  I’m not chasing up after him.  He’s old enough to make up his own mind.  If he wants to go out with a dirty neck and have people … Continue reading →

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