Books I loved reading.

Sunday, 31 August 2014

The insurmountable problems of a secret time traveller.

This is the spur for my Old Geezers' second trip back in time. Being chased by a giant and amorous woman has (almost) nothing to do with it.

    A potential prototype for the cover. 

‘Wasamatter?’ Chet grinned, ‘Your true love was just in here pining for you.’ This was one of the few things guaranteed to upset Abe. The Chief Administrator’s juvenile devotion to Abe haunted him even more than the horror they’d been through so recently. Not even his close association with the two she loathed was enough to divert the course of her love even though he’d neither initiated nor returned them with anything other than the polite resignation of a man long resigned to the folly of interpreting the mores of the opposite sex.

‘Oh give it a rest, Chet, I’m really pissed.’ He really had to be as Abe almost never swore and not even the name of his would-be lover seemed to rouse him. Amon’s eyes lit up. Someone else was going to get it instead of him for a change. It was time to join in.
‘What is it?’ Chet demanded seeing the evil glint in Amon's rheumy eyes, while Abe’s own reddened orbs, ominously red in contrast to his pallid face, glared with futile rage.
‘I must have called the Defense Department twenty times. Even when I finally got through and played: pass-me-round-every-department-in-the-goddamn-building, all I got was some smooth talking asshole saying: “thank you, but you must understand that…” It’s driving me nuts!’ Obviously reading their blank expressions Abe erupted with increased fury, much to the consternation of a passing guest who squeaked in fright before apparently recovering enough vitality to abandon her Zimmer frame and sprint away. ‘The bomb, the damned bomb! I told them it was going to go off, but they won’t believe me.’
‘Well of course they won’t believe you.’ Chet attempted, and failed to keep the sarcasm from his voice. ‘It’s not due to go off for another ten years. What do you expect? “Yes sir, a nuclear bomb is going to go off in Mexico City in ten years – we’ll look right into it.” Look,’ he glared at Abe, ‘it’s over, finished, finito. We’re home, we’re alive. That SOB is dead. Get over it.’

Friday, 29 August 2014

Harley's back!!

About twelve hours after my daughter began knocking on doors and plastering photos to telegraph poles she received a call, and today we retrieved a rather abbreviated form of her cat.
     Apparently he’d been stuck in one our neighbours’ many garden sheds for nearly a week. How he could possibly have survived was solved by the remnants of a pigeon which had foolishly fluttered in through a tiny skylight far above his head.
     Now he’s sleeping and eating, sometimes at the same time. The vet’s given him a clear-ish bill of health but said he’s to be given as much food as he wants. And he’s going to need it – he weighs about half a pound.
     I’m glad he’s back for as much as he irritates me the house wasn’t the same without him. Naturally, Sassy, our big, old and nasty cat resents having to share again but she’ll get over it. Or at least I hope she does. One swipe from her big meaty paw would finish off the little mite at the moment.

Monday, 25 August 2014

Chet's first encounter with Mrs Weintraub in Old Geezers 2

In harmony with Chet's terror, this is the woman who loathes Chet with a vengeance.

‘Where is Abraham?’ She asked coldly, swaying to a halt before the table they occupied, a clear ten feet from any other inhabitant. Neither was certain but both harboured the fear that she knew, or at least suspected what had happened to them just weeks previously. If she had any concrete proof there would be hell to pay.
‘Haven’t seen him, Mrs Weintraub.’ Amon croaked.
‘You’d better not be conspiring again.’ Vengeful contempt dripped from her every pore.
‘Us?’ Chet feigned innocence, which for a change was entirely true. ‘I expect he’s in his room playing with, his computer as usual.’
Glowering, she turned away, probably regretting her own house rules forbidding females of any description from entering male quarters. ‘I’ll be watching you.’ Her words left them in no doubt as to her desire in the matter of their suitably awful and clearly overdue fate.
‘Great breakfast today, Mrs Weintraub.’ Chet’s face was a picture of artlessness as she span to catch the slightest sign of a smirk. However, even though Chet was a loud mouthed bully when he could get away with, he was no fool. Defeated, she swept from the room, the temperature almost magically raising the instant the door oozed shut behind her.
‘She’s going to get us one day.’ Amon said simply. ‘Then she’s going to rip us apart with those ham arms of hers.’ His eyes glazed as he pictured the awful scene.

My last one ever, probably.

I finally did one more Terragen pic but this time only half of it is. The rest I did with GIMP. Which half, I won't tell you.

    We're coming to terms with Harley the Bengal's absence. My next door neighbour claims to have seen him a couple of days ago. Apparently another house or a possible girlfriend have more charm that us. Hmmph!!