The Curse of Gary (Part 10)

Victor set one foot on the threshold and leaned into the thick, silent darkness that laid beyond. "Hello?" he said. Not a sound replied. Victor stepped into the doorway. "Hello," he called. "My name is Victor Furbank, of Furbank's Fine Metronomes. I saw the light on upstairs... Is anyone there?" He peered into the black... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 8)

For the next hour Victor roamed about, trying any last place he could find to make a sale. He went into the old Baptist church and suggested a metronome might be helpful for the church organist. The minister explained, in a rather offended manner, that Ethel kept perfect time, and he would not waste church... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 5)

It was a long morning. Victor sweltered beneath the unforgiving country sun as he trekked from house to house failing to sell metronomes. Doors slammed in his face, abuse rang in his ears, and guard dogs chased him off properties. An elderly woman invited him into her home, but no business was conducted: she had... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 4)

"Good sir," said Victor to the owner, "kindly pour a shot of gin." The owner hesitated; Victor nodded to him; the owner relented. The three men watched the potent liquid flow from bottle to shot glass. "Now, Keith," said Victor, "this is a metronome. It keeps time, like a drumbeat. When I set the pendulum... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 3)

Victor clicked open his briefcase and took out a shiny black metronome. He placed it on the bar. The owner leaned in for a closer look, wiggled his finger in his ear then shrugged. "What is it?" he asked. "This, my good fellow, is the finest tempo-keeping device known to man. It has a finer... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 2)

Victor walked with a brisk step and a broad smile, both of which faded in seconds. Though it was only ten in the morning the temperature was already 35° Celsius, and its equivalent in Fahrenheit. Victor glanced up at the sun, which beat down on him like Keith Moon upon a snare drum. He noticed... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 1)

Victor Furbank grew up in a thrifty household. "Waste not, want not," was one of the family mottos, and Victor's father was as stern as a boat's backside when it came to enforcing it. The cost of any excess butter Victor spread on his toast was deducted from his weekly pocket money (which was already... Continue Reading →

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