Stories and Paintings
We spent the next hour and a half setting up weapons, hiding spots, booby traps, decoys and ammunition stashes. Not all of it made sense to me. Budgie spent nearly the entire time—and time was a precious and fleeting resource—up on the roof installing an antenna. Surely with a platoon of British gang members... Continue Reading →
I assumed this whole British-mafia-boss-coming-to-murder-my-best-friend thing was one of LaShawn’s odd jokes. I don’t always get jokes. I stared at him, awaiting an explanation, but he just nodded, then went and crouched between two nearby bushes and looked about in the fallen leaves and dirt like he was trying to find a lost contact... Continue Reading →
I look forward to attending your 40th birthday celebration. Biscuits —The RSVP reply from Jimmy “Biscuits” O’Shea to Rory’s birthday invitation. Received 15th July 2019. © 2021 MILES VENISON ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Budgie and Nils jogged back down the hill and into the house; whatever preparations they were going to make, they were in a mild hurry to make them. LaShawn handed me the binoculars. “Take a look down there,” he said, pointing to the southern end of the valley stretching in front of Budgie’s property.... Continue Reading →
Bunkbed Ricky 6 years ago- Kenny4sale I think you’re right. Earlybirdworm 6 years ago- Dean Schmidt stick to fake moon landing theories, they are more believable than robot soldiers walking around London. MonkeyManFan 6 years ago- I wish I had a robot arm Ed Beard Boy 6 years ago- Check the air filter, it might... Continue Reading →
Once I got back down the hill, I went inside for a drink. Rory was in the lounge room, struggling to pluck some Simon and Garfunkel on Budgie’s guitar. “How did you get back here so fast?” I said. He lifted his eyes from the fretboard. “What do you mean?” “I thought you were... Continue Reading →
Budgie’s house, Queensland, Australia. 15th March 2014. I counted the cars parked up ahead as I drove up Budgie’s long driveway. Eighteen? No, nineteen. That was a tad disappointing. I parked around the side of the house, to allow room for the flood of latecomers I was hoping for. I got out... Continue Reading →
I took a quick shower upstairs. The cool water pelting the top of my shorn head and streaming down my face refreshed me and melted away some of the stress and uncertainty of the last few days. I coughed up a yellow pellet of phlegm; it circled the drain and then disappeared. I felt... Continue Reading →
Yesterday afternoon, justice buried its head in the sand as London crime kingpin, Jimmy O’Shea, was released from prison. He had served just eight months of his eight-year sentence for money laundering and arson. Aside from his proven crimes, O’Shea (a.k.a. Biscuits) is also suspected of drug dealing, bribery, assault, robbery, match fixing,... Continue Reading →
I took a slice of cold pizza from the fridge and then joined Rory on the couch. “Wanna play?” he offered, gesturing to the extra video game controller on the coffee table. I picked up the controller and hit the start button. As Player 2 on the screen, I found myself dropped into a... Continue Reading →
