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FLora,Doll and Gabriel.

By johnvernon on Sat, 07 Oct 2006

It was the third time that morning that the young woman had walked past Gabriel where he sat quietly in his hideout among the trees. He thought of her as a young woman though she was really no more than a child. No better than a child, he revised his assessment, and there was obviously something wrong with her. Maybe she was retarded, or even perhaps a total idiot . It certainly seemed that way. Why else should anyone of her age skip about twirling around and around, acting in such a carefree happy manner as do children in their constant state of partial dementia? That is if they were not in their other mode, engaging themselves in red faced apoplectic tantrums and squalling fit to bust, but that demonstration of their basically demonic natures was generally confined to smaller models than this and most often demonstrated in supermarket checkout queues on Saturday mornings.
Love
Certificate PG

The Surgeon

By johnvernon on Thu, 20 Jul 2006

Clearly very surprised, she asked him if this "small thing was really what he wished. He, still in his most jocular, ' commercial traveller,' mode, laughingly replied, "Sure thing, Old Mother, and in a flash, as quickly as she had first appeared the wrinkled old crone was gone. No puff of smoke, nothing like that, just gone. In her place stood a little chap no more than a foot and a half high and, dressed in a boiled shirt, white tie and tails, looked very smart."Well hello! Kirby had gasped, looking about him in complete astonishment, "Who are you? The dapper miniature guy, taking this as a friendly greeting rather than an expression of surprise, replied, "Hallo there! and went on to explain that he was the pianist that had been demanded from his patron the witch. Peter, light dawning in his face, began to laugh, at first almost soundlessly but then with so much vigour that he almost fell from his rock. " "That's a good one, he choked out " the pair of you got me there. The little fellow was bridling, so obviously offended that, stifling his merriment and beginning to look a little concerned, Kirby continued more soberly, "Come on, you both know it was a joke.
Humour
Story
Certificate PG