Daft Malky (micro fiction)

I knew that it had to be red. So I started looking at the roses. I knelt over and the red touched me. I knew that my wife would be leaving me soon. So, thinking like a physician in London, I decided to take my balls off for a while and think like the street. I had walked quite a great deal that day, or, my normal walk back from work back to our flat. My last patients eyes disturbed me particularly. I prefer not to get the bus home from work. It clouds my thought. But I wonder what would happen if everything that I encounter at the practice came out in our relationship? Ah, how it does… I wonder what my wife will make of these flowers. I barter over the price with a pleasantly mannered girl, who has hands like a giant. Damn, she saw me staring.


is Raoul Moat in a boat. His first words were ‘Newky Brown’. As well as being our most prolific writer, René also creates graphic art, paintings and screenplays.

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