Part 1 "..........Severin!, this is someone you don't know. We met, but never spoke." the voice rasped in a low, flat Northern Irish drawl.
Malcolm deduced that it was the small man he'd seen at the Surgery, the Indian Inked maniac with the thousand yard stare and the unorthodox tooth extraction technique.
"What the fuck does he want?" he muttered to himself. "Apart from the address of a mental institution..........."
The voice paused for about ten seconds, his breathing still audible over the tape hiss. Malcolm waited for the words expectantly, but when they came he was in no doubt. None at all.
"............I'm at your Mother-in-Law's Malcolm. Just came round to make sure they had put the heating on, you know how cold it gets at this time of year................."
Malcolm deduced that it was the small man he'd seen at the Surgery, the Indian Inked maniac with the thousand yard stare and the unorthodox tooth extraction technique.
"What the fuck does he want?" he muttered to himself. "Apart from the address of a mental institution..........."
The voice paused for about ten seconds, his breathing still audible over the tape hiss. Malcolm waited for the words expectantly, but when they came he was in no doubt. None at all.
"............I'm at your Mother-in-Law's Malcolm. Just came round to make sure they had put the heating on, you know how cold it gets at this time of year................."
The call ended as abruptly as it began.
Malcolm stood frozen to the spot in the plush hallway of the family home, not daring to move, barely breathing and hoping that by staying that way he could hold for eternity the spell of serene un-reality that had fallen over him. The spell was broken by the sound of the phone ringing, but Malcolm ignored it and made his way stiffly to the door. Whatever they had to tell him, he would find out soon enough. The cold night air hit him like a drunk being slapped vigourously into consciousness and his legs regained some of their strength. He lit a cigarette which got him as far as his car.........
He already knew that this was going to be the most painful five mile drive of his of life.............
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Will there be Part 5?
- I am frightened already.
I have only just read the first 3 parts, somehow I missed them earlier...
PS. I have a severe fear of dentists, but this is too much of a revenge...
Some questions...
Why do you always look so serious in your photos?
You look like you're about to face the firing squad.
And, most obviously, is Clairwil hot?
It's immaterial to me since Mrs. Rodent would kick my nuts for asking such a question, but a man can be forgiven curiosity.
Szelsofa - There will be a part 5. Lord help us all.........
Rodent - I fear no firing squad!!No idea why I look so serious, maybe it's the lighting..........
Is Clairwil hot? You'll have to ask her. Depends on how many jumpers she has on.
Ach, you may not fear them but you certainly don't laugh in their faces!
Of course not. I wouldn't be so rude, it's just a job.
As long as I get a last cigarette.
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