Thought Showers
by Patrick O’Connor

THE boardroom was silent apart from the slurpy sound of Barnaby devouring his breakfast.

“Do you want that sausage?” asked John.

“YOU want to do what? Over my dead body!”

Thomas was not one to mess around. If something needed saying, it got said, even if the other person couldn’t grasp the meaning.

MELVIN passed wind and rolled over.

A couple of hours later he opened one eye and realized it was probably time to get up.

About an hour after that he rose and made his way to the bathroom where after completing his ablutions, he stared at his face in the mirror.

IT’S coming up to a year since I first met Joseph.

I had been briefed of course, all terribly top secret, but when I entered his room I had no idea what to expect, this was new territory for me – and for everybody else of course.

by Patrick O’Connor

DAN slumped down on the seat next to the old lady who was staring keenly out towards the vast expanse of green grass.

He didn’t think he’d ever seen grass cut so neatly, laid out in precise, differently shaded squares.