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

Connor's coffin was lowered into the grave, old fashioned for a young man he'd planned his funeral in advance, hated the idea of being cremated and wished to be buried next to their sister. Cain kept his composure, if he cried now he wouldn't stop, opposite him their parents, his parents, he couldn't look. A tug on his hand, Jasmine, his brothers youngest nodded towards her sister, she'd left the graveside and was stood on her own in front of the car. " let's go home ".

"Measure me again" The physician lowered the level to the top of Zhang Li's head and shook his head, "You are still 5 foot 8 Mr Li, not 5 foot 9, I'm sorry" Since the days of the Song Dynasty over a thousand years ago the Chinese have understood what you believe can become true and whilst this provided years of spiritual culture and a fondness for ghost stories once the internet with its myriad truths swamped the nations conciousness strange things started to occur.  " They say the government will sort things out tomorrow Mr Li, and we will finally be rid of the Yeti too " " I hear that too Dr Zhu but can you cork the genie that easy ?" There are many Chinese who hope the authorities fail to censor this new found playground, Dr Zhu is one of them but too polite to say so.

William placed the note on the wall before ceremoniously reading it aloud : August 17th 1989. Tom and Cate held a dinner party that was mainly toast, Ed came back from holiday early and was furious. The other members of the knitting circle applauded then Straight back Jim passed the wine round, slopping it from glass to glass whilst continuing to eulogise over their lost years. They'd all done so many drugs back then, anything they could get their hands on and whole swathes of time were missing, Kev compared their memories of that time to an old jumper that had been washed at too high a temperature and now there were more holes than wool. And that gave them their name, the knitting circle and they met every month and shared stories, major events for one often forgotten or remembered differently by the rest, but they kept at it and each time a fact was agreed and solidly painted it was written down and placed on the wall.

Look at the state of that, you're not seriously going out with her tonight are you? Charlotte thought it but said nothing, her brother was old enough to know his own mind and this was his house, not hers. " See you later sis" The operation had been a success and he was determined to make the most of his days, just don't over do it, that was what they'd said to him, just try not to over exert yourself.

" It's time Manning" He said nothing but looked down at the picture of Princess Anne astride the red BSA B 44 Shooting Star, she wore no helmet and was caught at the precise moment zipping her leathers that kept her modesty intact yet hinted at her womanly treasures. " I'll be here when you get back" Manning straightened up, buttoned his shirt and left the house for the first time in 5 days, the circus would have left by now along with the travelling tattooist, they had a fighting chance of keeping his secret under wraps.

They grabbed what they could to fight, hoes, spades, Leo's mum armed herself with a bucket of tulip bulbs. " Right, when I open the door we make a run for the school, ok? " Thomas's dad had taken control, he'd played a lot of World of Warcraft and it seemed the right thing to do, " Marnie, take a look through that window, what do you see? " Marnie peeled back the corner of the cloth covering the shed window and leaned forwards gingerly. " Two of them, floating there, I think they're looking for us, can't see the others ..." she broke off as tears burst through. She tried to stop the noise with her hand, " I can see Mrs Singleton on the ground, just lying there, I..." Declan put his arm round her and they all stood for a moment in silence. Ok, this is going to be a Thursday unlike any other.

Daniel dialled the number in the advert which was answered promptly by what sounded like a young scottish girl. " Hello, what would you like? " " I'm calling about the advert..." he began but didn't have time to finish before being interrupted. " Ok, you get two for fifteen but if you want more then that'll be an extra twenty "  She delivered her lines as if they were plates of cold sausages, lumpen and apologetically. " Could I have less than two ? " " You want one? " " Yes, I want one " " I can't do them singly, they come in pairs minimum, would you like to order two ? " The girl sounded slightly ruffled as if the sausages she'd offered were being sniffed first for freshness. Daniel was neither the kind of man that gave in easily nor the sort that worried about money, " I'll pay 15 but I only need one ". The sound on the end of the phone went muffled, he assumed the girl w...