Soon Until Then Crow

Behind Crow stood Evan. 6 feet tall and weighing a hundred a fifty pounds most of it muscle. Behind Evan was the car. Evan picked up a sledge and swung it through the side window. The glass smashed with a loud pop. Crow pointed to the horizon where a gathering dust cloud announced the return of the Cats.

‘Hurry!’ said Crow.

The others took petrol from the trunk of the parked sedan and poured it around the base of the wooden house and porch. It burned. Then petrol was thrown into back of the car and that was torched too. The approaching car has slowed to a halt about a hundred meters away. And the five men at the burning house were now all staring at the stationary automobile. The sun beats down sending up a glare from the windshield of the motionless car.

There was a loud crack and one of the five fell down half his head gone. Then the one next to him fell without a sound. The remaining three threw themselves to the ground and crawled behind their parked sedan. There they hid their breathing the only sound until another beating rhythm drew nearer and then they saw it approaching a silver bullet in the sky. One with whirring rotors.

Crow reached out behind him and drew his machete. 2ft of dangerous steel. he carved a cut into his chest and began beating his bleeding chest shouting something in Iroquois. The rocket flew from the helicopter and landed just in front of Crow blowing up him and the car and the two hiding behind it.

The stationary car did a three point turn and drove away back from where it came.

The burning house and car and bodies were all that remained of the Iroquois Tribe. Their battle with the government to reclaim their burial grounds convoluted and the developers millions had won out in court. The last-ditch attempt to regain control of them before the developers bulldozers moved in had been risky but desperate. And it had failed. All was lost.

Then a pair of eyes appeared just above ground level looking this way and that independently of each other. It was Crows iguana companion and spirit guide. It scurried into a clearing where there was nothing but the burning sun high in the sky.

A fly landed on the ground and the iguanas sticky tongue flew out and grabbed its prey. The sun blazed in the sky and in the heat haze the moisture in the air was thinning. The Eagle came from  a distant mountaintop home of the holy men of the Iroquois in legend. The holy bird of the Iroquois swooped down and clutched the iguana with its two hunting feet before taking off again soaring upwards into the thermals and then back to the holy mountaintop where legend has it that the Iroquois ancestors were born out of the spirit of an eagle and the souls of the dead captured in a living spirit guide.Absolutely. The Iroquois could begin again.

As the sun set on that day and the fires burned out. As the scavengers moved into feast.The Eagle of the Iroquois sat in its nest and cried hauntingly into the night sky for those souls lost in battle. A battle that would soon begin again.



This work of fiction bears no relation to any events real or imagined. Any resemblance to true events is pure coincidence.

Invisible Shores

Fish Snapper.pngWhere fishermen cast their nets in the hope of rich reward

is a place not too far from our own shore called invisible shore.

God denotes to the trained eye a change in depth or of saline density.

But to our own, it’s difficult to tell that anything has changed at all.

Currents swirling and the swell rolling and the waves lapping at the sides of the boat tell little.

Well, we could be anywhere in Gods own sea twenty or so miles from land. But then a knock at the place where

there should only be sea water green deep and dark. At the bottom of the boat. Knock. Knock.

The Skipper smiles while telling the crew to keep their eyes open wide and then it happens.

We are lifted clear of the water by 20 or thirty feet and where there was sea below us in now rock sand and gravel and we are perched atop some previously underwater rock. This new land spreads out for perhaps two hundred meters around us

And all about us are shoals of landed fish. The sun shines brightly against the barnacles on the rocks glistening and sparkling. A fish flips over. A paradise just waiting to be found.

Image courtesy Andrew Watkins ©2016

Ascending Denial

A whack candle holder in enamelled metal holding a white candle which is burning. Undisturbed I think I try to reflect on the stillness and to find the right words but instead of prose I get a big fat nothing and end up feeling empty. In the bed also made of enamelled metal a dying man or woman whose breaths rattle out of an impaired chest then out of thin dry lips opens Rheumy eyes before again closing to the world. A nurse comes and pulls tight the sheets over the soon to be corpse. This is the humane way I observe wryly as I glance at the headlines of the Daily Herald which gives news of the living I think. Better a quick death in the prime of life than this slow wasting into demise I think gripping the newspaper tightly like my own grip on life depended on it. People should not see that I think.this It’s too.real…I couldn’t find the words and let out a lot of air. I must have been holding it I think glancing down at the print again.


In the Water

Act 1

Well, what  a life, commented freshwater prawn to no-one in particular.

Indeed, said Crawfish. Indeed.

What about life? said Mussel eager to get a word in.

It’s all above us, moaned shrimp

Au contraire, said Pedipalp, Its below in the shingle bed and mud.

It’s here, said Crab

What? said, everybody

The entertainment! said crab doing a little crab dance like a demented Macarena.

The long black carriage driven by water horses pulled up behind Airs Pebble, the biggest pebble on this side of the water.

Nothing moved then a door opened and a foot appeared. It was a pointed foot not unlike the end of a Tiger Prawns body but of course it was not. It was red. And it had a sucker on it. Many suckers in fact too many to count.

Talk about making an entrance complained Shrimp

Then there was a new vibration. Like the thump of a car, doors closing. And out swam / walked an angelfish. Such a beauty was not lost on the crowd who were soon lulled into a swaying obedience by the subtle way in which the angelfish turned its body and eyes while maintaining perfect equilibrium like a deep sea oil rig but more angelic, colourful and poised. Not like an oil rig really.

I present, said angelfish, Octopussy!

Then seven more tentacles with suckers seemed to grow out of the space that was the door of the coach before a wicked looking beak peered its head outside followed by a glowing white body that pulsed and blew out ink in tiny jets.

Blarrrrgghhh said Shrimp

Shush said the others

Helloooooooooo! said Octopussy, Now we can all go inside.

Hello, said the gathered crowd,Now we can all go inside.

Now we can all go inside, said crab doing another dance.

Exeunt various molluscs and pedipalp, angelfish and Octopus (or squid)

Act 2

the molluscs and crabs are gathered in front of a stage. while Octopussy and Angelfish occupies a pebble overlooking stage right.

Enter Frog

Ribbit, APPLAUSE. Ribbit.

Enter Newts complete with tutus.

We are the dancing newts. We like it when it is cute. Don’t ask us to cause it all moot! sang the newts while sashaying across the stage from left to right and back again.

We are the newts, don’t get cute! APPLAUSE. Flowers were thrown on stage, well Canadian Pond Weed actually but the newts love it and swim between it and pose for the clamshell photographers before being ushered off by a gang of tadpoles.

Ribbit, next act, APPLAUSE said frog.

Well I am not I’m..started shrimp

Shush Shrimp! said prawn the obvious superior in might and in his opinion everything else too.

I will not do that! said shrimp drawing itself up to its full height of about 1 and a half centimetres.

Pathetic! said Prawn ignoring him

Shrimp launches himself at prawn and the two lock legs and go tumbling off cartwheeling like empty shells on the current.

Empty shells make the most noise, exclaimed Pedipalp

Someone Split them up! said mussel

Ribbit, ribbit, ribbit in the stalls please

Lobster 1 and lobster 2 came from the exit doors and marched down towards the stalls where shrimp and prawn were tumbling like circus artists.

Break it up now then lets go outsside said Lobster taking the pair in one giant claw.

Ribbit , ribbit said frog eagerly. RiBBIT!

Enter Shark


(clears throat)

My vegetarianism

doesn’t mean I won’t look at him

when he is eating the meat of another being But

I will see  that his chest remains as empty

as his mind that I have filled with remorse for what he has taken from the riches of the waters clean.

This is my mission, which despite opposition, I have not forsaken.

Shark Bows to the audience.


Muppet! shouted Shrimp now back inside

At least he had a hand up his backside! Said prawn

Such humility, yet such brawn, said pedipalp, amused.

Ribbit, Ribbit, APPLAUSE said frog.

Exit Shark

to be continued…