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: Dick Charmer threw a handful of insults at Bert. But only because Bert was still handcuffed...
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Dear friends, if you like a good chuckle, dim-witted heroes, and larger-than-life villains, then you'll love this fascinating series. On Wednesdays and Sundays, 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 40
Dick Charmer appeared from his house after five minutes, and Bert had to look twice before he recognised him. The young scoundrel had shaved his head bald and wore a checkered shirt and dungarees: a typical farmhand.
“You’re not going to snitch on me, are you?” said Dick Charmer. He spoke with a Polish accent now and prodded a couple of acne spots that weren’t there before.
“Caw, blimey!” Forgetting Chief Inspector Dobbs had handcuffed him to a scaffolding pole, Bert absent-mindedly tried to scratch his arse. When that didn't work, he clawed his head instead.
The little bunch of handcuff keys magically appeared in Dick Charmer’s hand. He dangled them in front of Bert’s nose. “Want them?”
“Course I do,” said Bert, reaching for them.
“Shame.” Dick Charmer tossed the keys up onto the scaffolding boards above their heads. "I'm glad I'm not in your shoes when Dobby the Bobby gets back. He'll go bananas when he sees I'm gone."
As Bert gazed longingly upwards, he felt something slide over his head and drop around his neck.
“It’s a gift,” said Dick Charmer. “A gold necklace with a locket. And inside the locket is a picture of some hunky guy.” He chuckled, dropped his pouch of stolen jewellery into his small battered suitcase, and snapped the lid closed. “Dobby the Bobby won’t be in such a hurry to chase after me while you’re explaining where that little trinket came from. Bye-bye, and when you’re sitting in the clink, don’t forget to spread the news of the great ‘Four-P’.”
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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