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Just joking, WELCOME! Here, you'll find some short fiction stories, anecdotes and my possible grumpy opinion on pretty much everything and anything. As you didn't in the slightest asked for it and because I can be magnanimous, I'll try to wrap it all in a clever cocktail of sarcastic witticism and stylish dark humour of the latest fashion, under the icy sophistication of which, you'll discern my true cry of despair to witness our world going to pot... or maybe it's just something I ate.
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Caution MAY CONTAIN STRONG LANGUAGE AND HAZARDOUS PUNCTUATION... and with a bit of luck, some English too.

Friday, 3 December 2010

The Land of the tiny zombies

I was trapped.
The second I passed that door, I knew I was trapped.
Behind me, the combination lock resetted itself with the most definite 'click'.

In the violently bright coloured room, under the crude neon light, I lowered my eyes and... I saw them.
There were five or six of them, it was hard to tell. Some were walking and hobbling in that fashion made famous by the undead of the cinema, some crawling, dragging their bodies on the ground with their small claw like hands. All their eyes riveted on me, their arms outstretched to grab my legs. All moving, ever so slowly, moaning and dribbling, towards me.
I realised that my son was still clinging to me and... that he was one of them, ready to rip any trace of affection out of me.
I passed him to the lady standing there and I wondered.
I wondered if they reacted in the same way when a mum entered their kingdom... because, for a dad, the crèche was a very strange universe.

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