Author Archives: bobthebaker

The Ogere of Winston Primary

Her skin was a greasy grey fungus. Yet Mrs Foster wore a sugary pink jumper. Like an airy plump cake stuck atop a lumpy psychotic Iceberg. A tyrannical middle-aged Tiger Shark of an iceberg. All the children wondered, clinging to … Continue reading

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Ballad of Biff the Dog

Biff, brown Biffer the  Labrador bullet. Bolted like an avalanche of dark, frothy chocolate. Hillsides, glades, parks, the front bumpers of cars, all these places she went and more, never tiring, always grinning, never thinking. Especially never thinking.

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