Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin! It’s silly wa’s the win’s are strewin! Broken into three, for your greater delectation 1. The Belfast man has a Leprechaun Skies Dublin-Kyiv…

“How can I help you, Mr. Boner?” “I can’t find my award.” “Have you misplaced it… or was it lost, possibly stolen?” “I don’t know.” “You don’t know where it…

The auditorium has emptied, the overhead lights burn dim, a microphone hangs limp from the podium. The twenty-odd collapsible wooden chairs stand in disarray, their ranks broken during the retreat…

STORY DIRECTORY (non-linked) for VOLUME 3 – at a glance! 245 The Clown Chronicles, No. 1 246 The Clown Chronicles, No. 2 247 The Clown Chronicles, No. 3 248 The…

Chic Dickie, Diary Entry 6,000 I’m incredibly cunning and I’m incredibly clever – that’s how I’d describe myself, see. I don’t know how I know, but I keenly sense what…

Needing magazine materials, Chic Dickie hosts Boss Lard As we enter upon the scene in-medias-res-like, it is Boss Lard doing the talking: You were bragging about how great your magazine…

Chic Dickie, Diary Entry 6,001: A True Record and Account of What Transpired This Day: Still desperately needing magazine materials, Kyiv-based publishing Englishman Chic Dickie hosts Bodkin MacFlatus (otherwise and…

“Good luck, Smith.” “Thanks, but I don’t need any luck.” “Well, so long then.” “So long!” John Smith, Kyiv-based detective, sets out on his journey into the hills of Podil.…

The Sauna A naked John Smith lies on the lowest of the three levels. He can take, but this time does not want to take, the most intense heat of…

The Apartment The Hunched Cornish sits back in a massive armchair and gazes upon the snowdrops* he’d placed in a water-filled vase now set in the middle of his living…