Monday, September 16, 2013

Snippet From Cosmogonic Marbles

 From Chapter 3 ... 

He eyed 27 Oakridge Drive with its overgrown garden and closed curtains one last time then turned to slip away, as best he could dressed as a cartoon villain, into the brightening day.  Unfortunately Philip Philips was standing right behind him with a scorching hot teapot which he thrust into the Dark Stranger’s groin. 
“Tea?” he said calmly as the Dark Stranger folded nicely to the ground in agony.
“When you’ve picked yourself up,” Philip continued, “perhaps you can come in and have a cup and explain which debt collection agency has sent you, and why you’ve been following me around for the last four nights.” 

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