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.
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 41
In the last post: Dick Charmer ran off with the stolen goods, bragging he was the greatest…
As Dick Charmer hopped over a fence, scurried into a copse of dense trees, and disappeared, Bert’s muscles turned rigid. This was so damn unfair, he reasoned. There he remained, handcuffed to a scaffolding pole, relatively innocent, while that pickpocket, trickster, and womaniser had planted incriminating evidence on him, escaped, and left him to face Chief Inspector Dobbs's wrath.
Like a volcano eruption on the brink, pressure built deep within Bert's barrel chest, filling his gigantic body with a force that demanded release. His Alsatians, still shut inside his house, must have sensed his anger and frustration because they howled.
With the strength of a grizzly bear, Bert grasped his restraining scaffolding pole and gave it an almighty shake. All along the terrace house, the stiff metal framework of poles and planks shook and rattled fit to collapse.
But despite his Herculean effort, the structure refused to do more than clatter like a jostled skeleton of bones. He tensed himself for a surge of energy that would at least lift his pole high enough from the ground for him to slip the handcuff's chain from under. Just then, something small, light and hard stung him on his bald head and bounced to the grass by his feet.
He blinked twice. When his mind twigged what his eyes begged him to recognize, his anger drained away faster than air escaping from a burst balloon.
His tantrum had shaken the handcuff keys from the scaffolding boards above, and now they rested within reach, winking at him in the morning sun.
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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