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

She was young, curvy and oblivious to her own beauty and the only one I could see without tattoos "Dave's sorting the band out, through there " she said, indicating a door behind her. " it's OK isn't it?  Everything is OK? ' She shrugged, " think so, very strange night though". I was disarmed by her calmness, the police had come and gone but nothing was resolved. " Are you staying for the show?  " she asked. " what time is it?  " " it's  ten now, nothing'll happen till gone midnight " I remembered my cat, he would be waiting still, when had I gone home last? " If I go out now, can I get back in later?  " Up close she was even more beautiful, the lop sided nose seemingly placed there to accentuate and balance her otherwise perfection. " you should be OK I think " Leaving the club the night air wrapped its arms around me, the sky not yet fully dark. " I'll come with yo...

Operation when played with a real body requires no less a precise and rare alignment of events and conditions as those required for a total solar eclipse. Firstly, at least two full days without any management are necessary, the corpse itself must not be needed by the police, family or relatives and finally the right staff team, those with the expertise and absolute trust, should be scheduled on duty at the same time. Tonight was one of those special nights, the room was silent as Andy sewed closed the last pocket of skin. Krish stepped forwards and drew the first token from the bag, fingers crossed, hoping to heaven he wouldn't get the camera.

The positives : We raised £114 for the College's Charity expedition. Charlie, Bryn and Connor got to travel in an ambulance. Fiona, Megan and Emma found out they are allergic to anaesthetics. The class have found over fifteen hundred cracks in the wall that need looking at. John the technician has decided he would like to travel once more. Martha has finally been allowed inside a prison (and may see her brother once more). Luke and Hari have decided they are both ready to enter the world of work. We have agreed that Spiderman would be unlikely to beat the Hulk in a fair fight. I understand better the colleges trips and safeguarding procedures. Jane's pen hovered over the paper: that was the easy bit done, now for the more tricky section.

The prettiest young things always did get the first pick from lifes fruit bowl; by the time the likes of me and you get to the table there's just a suspiciously soft satsuma or an apple with skin like my nan. Ok When those with picture cards sit in judgement on those with deuces it always ends this way. Ok. This is why we live underground now. Ok. (But I know you are building a rocket) (Yes I am building a rocket and won't they be surprised as we emerge defiant from the bowels of the earth)

We are watching Cooke holding the razor in front of him. he lost and whilst Woz is taking Tina out, holding doors open for her and ordering vodka tonics he is home alone, with a razor and a bottle of Skol. He'd lost the first event; still found it hard to believe Woz used to be a performance poet but he'd won the second. This was Cookes moment, we watch as he remembers the white pony he'd bought back and the look on Woz's face with his pitiful offering of a flashing roadside lamp. Score even, Tina had called for a third event, the winner of which would take her arm. After a week of growing anticipation the three of them had met in the Wimpy opposite the Clocktower. Woz was there first, his small but wiry beard plaited into two twists, each ending in a tiny silver bell, Cooke came second, the pencil thin spiv style of his moustache accentuated by a silver case of hand rolled cigarillos. The tension was almost unbearable but finally she made her decision: Tina rang W...

There's Wimbledon on the telly and you're playing with cat. The strawberries I bought for the Pimms have gone off but we cut out the good bits and drop them into our wine. The new lawn is taking well and the salads are getting big and we're pretending we haven't got to go to work in the morning. We try not to wonder what it's like next door, now it's finally over. I'll run us a bath and we'll listen to the tennis on the radio.

Lola Colombo called her children to make sure they were safe. She was sure they'd have heard the rumours and gone home, bought provisions and ammunition if they'd ever listened to their father. The country had only just got back on it's feet after the last time the President ran off. For the first few weeks of his dissapearence it'd been business as usual, a holiday like feeling but like a class left without a teacher eventually things got out of hand, as if people felt they had been presented with a window to do what they want, to settle scores and sort out injustices.  On his return President Acosta addressed the nation and explained he was sorry and that he'd lost track of the time. That was just before the night of the burning fury, the last time she'd seen Hugo. The phone went just as Lola about given up for the night. " Isabel? .." "It's ok, it's ok, we're safe, we're all safe and we've a plan Mama, a plan that will m...