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: Morris didn't suspect Alf had acted the troll, or that a real troll had later tossed Alf high into a fir tree...
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 29
Morris had stood crouched in his tent the whole night, taking slow, cautious movements, stiffening and going still at every sound. Wasn't it me who had pooh-poohed at the idea of trolls, he thought. And now here I am, pooh-poohing in my pants. He sagged against one of the tent's poles and reached out to steady himself; his manhood had taken a serious bashing this night.
As the first golden rays of morning sun touched his tent, Morris dared to draw the canvas aside and peek outside. Time to set off for home, he thought, without the magic toadstools. Poor Sibyl would be disappointed, but under such circumstances she should be glad he was still alive. Gritting his teeth, he sent a probing gaze into the woods; but today there was no sign of a troll.
There was no method in the way he took the tent apart. He ran around pulling stakes, dragged the canvas from the poles, and stuffed them in his rucksack. Bits bulged out all over the place, and he could hardly make the buckles reach to snap shut. Fifteen minutes later he set off, and if he hurried and didn't bump into any trolls, he'd be home in time for breakfast.
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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