Category Archives: Fiction

Happy to go lucky?

Posted on 31/10/2015 by Wichita Lineman Was A Song I Once Heard

Connor was pre-occupied with a women’s UFC match-up. Many would consider that sentence an indictment of progress. We could dwell on whether his bet on its outcome was just another attempt to make money, some kind of morbid curiosity, or … Continue reading →

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The misguided adventures of Barry Sherbet – Part 2

Posted on 27/07/2015 by Wichita Lineman Was A Song I Once Heard

We’ve already witnessed Barry at his most obtuse in his disastrous dalliance with Betty and Dickie Burn, but rest assured he’s had years to perfect that craft. In most instances these mistakes become inconsequential with the passing of time, only … Continue reading →

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The misguided adventures of Barry Sherbet

Posted on 29/06/2015 by Wichita Lineman Was A Song I Once Heard

You first encounter the eponymous Barry Sherbet just as he’s moved house. Years and years of scams, card games and bets have finally paid off. His prior residence, the generic council house, bequeathed to him by his woeful father, resided … Continue reading →

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Mind the GAP

Posted on 01/06/2015 by Wichita Lineman Was A Song I Once Heard

The traffic lights turn red. We’re stopped again in a symposium of trenchant spray and a palette of greys, punctured only by the vitality of the spring’s green shooting reluctantly. I only dwell on it now that we’re so close … Continue reading →

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Parroted

Posted on 25/01/2015 by Wichita Lineman Was A Song I Once Heard

Got the call about half eleven, bloody landline, nothing that could be done about it. She used it intentionally I reckon. She wanted me to come over, didn’t say why. Sounded well pissed off and demanded it be now, obviously. … Continue reading →

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