http://slow.writerscafe.org/boblakin The original writings of author boblakin en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775980198 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I'm in the foyer, where the Dali's are hung out.Best hiding place, for an escaped sociopathlike me. And the echo of screams still ring in the corridors of my fearseven after all these intervening years.Despite their so-called medication,I still hear the little voices,whispering in my burning ea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/boblakin/1776761/ From somewhere outside the lines of demarcation comes a rushing whoosh,trailing a wavy string of white smoke.Then a dull pop, and green-star clusterslight the hill with phosphorescence.Then, it's pre-dawn dark once again.Burnt images on retinas give hope.The wabbit grinned in the dark,in his be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/boblakin/1730518/ Her finger is curled as if she is beckoning me. Gold ring and red polished nail, the flesh blackened and bloodied, but it's just an arm. Where is the rest of her?F**k knows!Looking across the open sights of my rifle, between the smoke, amongst the glass and debris I see more body parts, random, disj.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/boblakin/1728539/ Willesden Green, London, 1979.I see you, habitual, walking your little dog.Every morning, every evening.Tall grey man,scruffy mongrel b***h.And there is not one among usin this anonymous metropolis aware of the factwe have a mass murdererin our midst.Except the little b***h.who follows you to a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/boblakin/1723883/ Six months for defendingmyself;  or put another way;beating the s**t out of a couple of bouncers.They started it your honour,I told the judge, I just finished it.Fat arse-f*****g Greek b*****d!my parting words as I was led away,after all, I was mildly angry in Athenson that particular day... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/boblakin/1723590/