In a great palace by the sea there once dwelt a very rich old lord, who had neither wife nor children living, only one little granddaughter, whose face he had never seen in all her life. He hated her bitterly, because at her birth his favourite daughter died; and when the old nurse brought him the baby he swore that it might live or die as it liked, but he would never look on its face as long as it lived.
She Said Yes!
by Patrick O’Connor
THERE, that’s it done, now all I have to do is wait.
Oh no, I’m coming out in a cold sweat, shouldn’t have done it, it’s all going to end in disaster, I can tell, it always does.
‘WHAT? Never?’
My mate Fred tells me over a pint that he’s never had sex.
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.
