Space Janitor (157) put his paw on the table, and Denabol nodded to one of his guard dogs. The guard dog held Space Janitor’s paw in place. “I want to use the radio,” Space Janitor said. “Don’t worry, we’re going to call your mom now,” Denabol said. He turned to Shep, “See what I mean, … Continue reading Space Janitor 157: The attention shifts (chance to escape)
Space Janitor (156) could see what it was and it scared him. Denabol had a hammer with serrated edges. It was a meat tenderiser. Space Janitor wanted to yelp in fright, but he fought against the urge. If Denabol was going to do something, then any slip up would cost him further. Space Janitor figured … Continue reading Space Janitor 156: Denabol wields the hammer (play stupid)
Space Janitor (155) could see that Denabol and his lot were even closer now. How they had not been seen remained a mystery. Was everyone but Space Janitor consuming berries? It worried Space Janitor. Why? Because it meant that he was probably either the second or third smartest person in the room. That terrified Space … Continue reading Space Janitor 155: Making yourself visible (Denabol discovers)
Space Janitor (154) concentrated and looked closely at Shep’s eyes there was no way to tell. Had Shep eaten the berries? The answer would let him know if Sheo could be relied on. Space Janitor thought that it wouldn’t be long before the lot of them were discovered. The area they were in was small, … Continue reading Space Janitor 154: Hang on in there (Hiding from Denabol)
I have not seen Normal People. What makes something art? What do you look for from art? During the lockdown, my housemate and I have had a lot of conversations. Some so inane you’d ask for a compass. Not because you are lost but to perforate your own eardrums to never having to worry about … Continue reading Normal People and escapism (What it says about you)
