Paul Crask

Water dripped relentlessly from the ceilings, tormenting the faucets which had been dry for over three days; scorched wood made a dark patchwork quilt of walls where colourful landscape paintings once hung. Ominously, an oil slick slithered in slow motion across the floor, forming dark pools of sinister proportions. Sharp arrows of morning sunlight exposed bad joinery and the fragile tin roof creaked like old bones on a winter’s morning. The sorry looking figures of townspeople lay prostrate all around, some now stirring, others closing their eyes even tighter, afraid to face the day and deal with the inevitable aftermath of questionable behavior. (more…)

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Reportage: The sleepy coastal village of Lancee Sans Direction (LSD) was thrown into a state of turmoil today when news of a foiled environmental theft of Gargantuan proportions began to materialise. Veteran postman, Hermien Le Post, was delivering a package of lightly seasoned black puddings and a bottle of ‘86 Chateau Dominique to Pascal Le Phare, lighthouse keeper and organist at La Chapelle de Notre Dame, when they spotted masked men rowing to and from shore with what looked like large bundles of leaves. “It was completement incroyable,” said the old postman. (more…)

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Enzo the baker drops a couple of dollars into the cash register and smiles. Spondulicks, his organic coffee and cake shop is doing well and seems to be a big hit with tourists passing through the village. So far every day has been a busy day, and he is happy that all his hard work is paying off.

But sadly, things are about to change. (more…)

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