Bert felt jealous, cheated on, and blue. Then he discovered he could morph into a giant nightmarish slug...
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Life in the Clouds #6: Take a Slug ® James Field.
In the last post: Bert had given up. His love was lost. All he could do was hang himself...
Dear friends, if you like a good chuckle, dim-witted heroes, and larger-than-life villains, then you'll love this fascinating series. 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 for free, or wait to buy the entire story when published.
Enchanter on the Roof ® James Field. Part 18
Bert closed his eyes and sighed. Perhaps suicide was too drastic and he ought to consider Alf's idea for a Plan B. The only problem with Plan B was the time and effort it would take.
He’d need to climb down from the scaffolding, find a saw, climb up again, saw through the rungs, climb down to find some grease and mud, climb up again, and then smear dirt over the cuts to hide them. He didn’t know how much time he had before Dick Charmer came home, and he didn’t want to be caught in the act.
Best to wait until after he’s sneaked into Olive’s house. Yes, there was no hurry with Plan B; he could take all the time he needed. Dick Charmer wouldn't be climbing the ladders until morning. So he stretched out on the scaffolding, put his hands behind his head, and felt sure he'd made the only sensible decision.
Wondering what the time was, he glanced at his wrist and cursed when he remembered his watch was missing. Everything had gone wrong since Dick Charmer had come to The Stables. He'd lost his fiancé, and he'd lost his Rolex.
Blood as thick and black as treacle ran through Bert's veins. Sod Plan B, he thought. I’ll hang him anyway. Once again he arranged the wire noose through the gap in the scaffolding floor and took a resolute grip on his end. Just like fishing, but this time the catch will be a whopper.
Any moment now. Come on lad, your days of ruining lovers’ affairs is over. But still Dick Charmer didn’t come, and with thoughts of torture and murder on his mind, Bert dropped off to sleep.
To be continued…
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The Thursday Murder Club by Richard Osman
My rating: 2 of 5 stars
There’s a lot to like and a lot to dislike in this story. I like that it’s cosy, funny, and heart-warming. The plot, however, is a tragedy. There are two murders, and every character in the book, of which there are many, has a motif. With so many twists, turns, and red herrings throughout the narrative, it lost me in a virtual maze.
But the author commits the gravest crime: he introduces a new, guilty character right at the end of the story. Tut, tut, naughty.
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