Postcards from Kronk - the second collection of daily stories. (2025)

Moe Fletcher used to be known as the guy that ran so fast through the door it spun him back the way he came. Things like this always seemed to make a habit of happening to Moe, no matter where he was, who he was with. Everyone knew Moe or wished they did. This good will toward him changed however after he was arrested for shooting a hole in the library window behind Miss Gracie Struthers, the bullet having entered and exited her left temple, Moe's explanation that an unnamed man had banged the pistol onto his head causing it to accidentally go off was received somewhat sceptically. When the policemen failed to find anyone else in the building and Gracie Struthers woke up and sold her side of the ten year tryst to the local press, a lifetime of slapstick suddenly looked all too choreographed.

I am the last scientist here. The lab is all we wished for; the equipment more than we require. We stand at the very edges of our knowledge, explorers moving forwards, identifying any weakness that will hold us back. I pick up the chalk and walk towards the wall. Figures, equations, numbers and symbols. Crossings out, more chalk. More chalk, more crossings out, more chalk. Stepping back I re-arm myself, hoping for a different truth. Masking tape, marker pens, emulsion, gaffa tape, spray can. I stop when there is no room for interpretation, looks like I'm no longer needed here, my errors are the only weak links left, time to hang up my goggles.

The very nearly fallen thing had remained unspoken but not forgotten until the court appearance. Their universe expanding as each lie revealed, Takis and Kostas may well need to hand back their medals but it will be worth it.

A shady individual with a taste for cutting corners and a sideline in body disposal should not be put in charge of providing draft proofing for cavity walls. That was the allegation I made in my most recent anonymous letter, now I just have to wait.

Xin Wei in court for his divorce proceedings was the first to blame milk for his unfaithfulness, the perverse logic of increasing his energy and libido past levels one woman could contain made the local press. Within a week Xin became a figure of fun across Jilin City. When a second man claimed that he too had been forced into the arms of another by excessive milk intake appeared, this was reported with great scepticism but after the regional television station ran the story and received over 4 thousand texts from other men and women in two hours questions began to be asked. All dairies in Northeast China were closed whilst samples were tested before the Authorities stated there was 'no foreign bodies' in the milk. With this assurance the dairies were reopened and demand has rocketed. Three months on milk sales are up by 36% and still rising. Xin Wei himself has denied any involvement in the Dairy business and is currently working his way thr...

Oh boy, the cigarette marks left on the maps certainly changed both geographical and aeronautical history. Philip manged to fly his harrier through the gaps between bakerloo and the feature on gypsy marriages, good on him.

The Tomahawk is a particular weapon, unique in it's use by a single cultural group, the Native Americans. When thrown from a distance of 6 to 30 feet it is deadly. I am very skilled in Tomahawk throwing. The man we accuse is at most 8 feet away. He untied his wrists without us noticing but continues to sit there smiling at us, waiting for us to make the next step. We should respect other peoples cultures he says and deep down we all know that. Normally someone would cave his head in right now but no one does. If he is telling the truth then we should worry what will happen when the others arrive : he is telling the truth I can feel it. When five Seminole Indian men went to search for the great Spirit Above they fell off the edge of the world and were put in a pot and cooked, surviving only as men angels, I don't want that to happen so I put down my tomahawk and leave.