Hi all,
Another piece of writing prompt flash fiction. The prompts were the above picture and the random word ‘coil.’
I don’t know, a ‘coil of sausages’, perhaps? Have a read and tell me what you think. Enjoy!
This is where I grew up.
Old Sparky is probably the only one I‘m going to outlive.
Wonder if he‘ll be sad to see me go? Probably not. Gave him a kick up the arse one too many times. Not that we don‘t have our fun, eh Sparky?
Sparky? You a good boy?
Course you are. His food costs a fortune, one of the reasons I keep working. Bent Billy, Billy the Kid, Billy ‘The Goat’ McAllister, Billy Basher and Billy The Slug have all retired.
My name is Billy, too, of course. You have to be called Billy to do this gig. I wasn‘t christened Billy, you understand, but the man said you‘ve got talent but you ain‘t a Billy. So I went back the next day. A brand new business card:
Billy Bacon, Brick Lane, Birmingham
He liked the alliteration. Pretty impressed the way I snuck in through the window and left the thing on his Bleeding Bedside ‘Binet! I knew how to impresss in those days.
Old Sparky is the only one I can impress now. Still, I like working. And I like complaining so I‘m as Happy as Carl. Carl the Contented c…Count! (Larry drives a truck. Long haul. Poor bugger.)
I wish old Boris was around to see what he did. Wonder if he‘d be happy.
Britain: Back to Basics.
Boris and his Bouffant.
BJ.
Yeah, I wish he was still around. Love to have seen him get what was coming to him when they brought in the Alliteration Scheme.
Happy Families and a Job for Everyone.
Some were happy with what they got. The Man In Charge, Maxwell Ian Charleston, he landed with his arse in the caviar, I can tell you. And I became Billy the Butcher.
Not sausages, though. I do more …specialty cuts, if you know what I mean. Midnight meat. Off to Hamburg tonight for a little job.
I don‘t think I“ll be coming back.
Old Boris couldn‘t stand the thought off Brussels unBending his Banana but I“m not that Bothered. I quite like the Germans. And the French, for that matter. Funny accent. Always makes me laugh.
Old Sparky, though. He can‘t come with me, so the last job I did (nicely…separated, nicely packed, if I do say so myself), I lay it out for him. He’s an old dog, don’t need to worry about him scarfing it all up and then being sick. He doesn’t have much appetite at all any more. Enough meat for me to get the job done and move around a bit. Then I can let someone know he’s here and needs looking after.
I’ve got Mrs Williams number. Poor old biddy, she’ll be delighted to look after him, I reckon. Mrs Williams the Widow. What a life she“s had! Two nights together before the men from the office came around. She used to cry a lot.
Not for a while. Nobody does. Not anyone on the whole island. Stiff Upper Lip is mandatory and when Tommy Tourist comes around to look at the Jewels and have Michael the Monarch wave, they talk about how cute it all is.
But they keep looking over their shoulder until they get back on the plane and I don’t blame them.
So, what do you think, a coil of sausages? No, you’re right, I forgot to use it. Never mind, I enjoyed writing it, all the Capitalisation and Alliteration.
Anyway, the Good Old Days, eh? You can have them if you want them, I”m happy where I am, thanks.
See you next week!
