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Bert felt jealous, cheated on, and blue. Then he discovered he could morph into a giant nightmarish slug... Would you like a FREE copy? On Wednesdays and Sundays I’m blogging nibble-sized chunks of new ‘Life in the Clouds’ novellas. You can check in regularly and read them bit for bit, or leave a message in my 'contact' page, and I'll send the entire digital story to you for free when published. Life in the Clouds #6: Take a Slug ® James Field. |
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Dear friends, on Tuesdays and Saturdays I’m blogging nibble-sized chunks of new ‘Life in the Clouds’ stories. You can check in regularly and read them free, or wait to buy the whole story when published. ‘Eerie Eve’ is drawing to a close. Next up is ‘Enchanter on the Roof.’ Starting soon.
Eerie Eve ® James Field. Part 31
Morris watched as Alf freed his trouser belt and then untangled his robot. After taking a firm grip on the fir tree's trunk, Alf kicked the robot loose and it bounced through the branches and crashed to the ground in a heap. Then Alf climbed down, agile as a monkey, and stood before Morris. "Got any water?" he croaked.
Morris waved a hand in front of his nose and took a step back. "What in God's name have you eaten? Smells like troll shit." He plucked a bottle of water from one of the rucksack's side pockets and passed it to Alf. After emptying the bottle, Alf's mouth remained tight, as if he could still taste something bad. Then he gave a quick, disgusted snort. "Trolls? You and me should know. There ain't many people in this world who's met a troll—like what we have." Morris heard the sarcasm in Alf’s words but decided not to respond. When neither of them knew what had happened to the other, and how they had reacted, he felt that his honour was saved. "I'll come for Crusher later," said Alf. "His hydraulics sprung a leak." Before Morris had a chance to scrutinise the robot, Alf swung Morris's rucksack onto his broad back and marched off. To be continued… 
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Dear friends, on Tuesdays and Saturdays I’m blogging nibble-sized chunks of new ‘Life in the Clouds’ stories. You can check in regularly and read them free, or wait to buy the whole story when published. ‘Eerie Eve’ is drawing to a close. Next up is ‘Enchanter on the Roof.’ Starting soon.
Eerie Eve ® James Field. Part 30
Just after Morris skirted Trollop Knoll, a new shock brought him to a standstill. High in the branches of a fir tree he saw two black objects that looked like large animals. Apart from deer, there weren't any large animals on the Cloud estate and none that could climb trees. The trolls! He humped the rucksack higher on his back and bolted off, leaving the threat behind.
But then he noticed a pair of long legs in trousers and a shiny bald head glistening in the sunlight. It was no other than Alf who hung there, him and his daft robot. Cradled in the robot's lap, Alf snored, as if it were the most natural pursuit in the world. Morris staggered back to the evergreen, dumped his rucksack, and blew out his cheeks. What was the Cloud estate's security guard doing in a tree? Sleeping on duty? "Hello, Alf, see any burglars from up there?" he shouted, feeling safer now that he wasn't alone in the forest. "Or are you hiding from trolls?" It proved big tough Alf was no braver than him, so he forced a laugh, thinking it better to make light of the situation and cover his own distress. Alf woke with a jolt and almost fell from his perch. Lucky for him, his trouser belt snagged in a branch and held him back. He rubbed his eyes, smacked his tongue, and showed all the signs of a major hangover. To be continued… 
Image by Natalia Ovcharenko from Pixabay
The real world:
Rather than miss an instalment, it’s easy to follow my blog on bloglovin’. They’ll give you a friendly nudge as I release new parts.
Like to know more about Alf, Bert and the rest of the gang? You can read their chaotic history in What on Earth. |
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