Novocastrian Tales
Close Encounters XVIII
Ignorance was dressed up as Knowledge when he walked into the polling booth. When he walked out, he was naked. The Emperor had no clothes! Copyright Paul F Walsh 2023
Close Encounters VI
Ignorance was walking down the street when he met Knowledge. ‘Have you ever spoken to an Aborigine?’ Knowledge asked. ‘NO!’ Ignorance replied, ‘but I know all about them, mate.’ ‘So, you’ve never actually heard an Aboriginal VOICE speaking to you?’ Knowledge asked. ‘NO!’ Ignorance grinned. ‘I’m a true Aussie, mate. Why would I listen to an Aborigine?’ ‘Well, maybe you could learn from an Aborigine,’ Knowledge suggested. Ignorance was so stunned that he lost his VOICE. And he started running away. He was screaming inside. And he ran away from Knowledge as fast as Ignorance could go.
Close Encounters V
Ignorance was walking down the street when he met Knowledge. ‘Don’t say a word!’ Ignorance warned. ‘You’re not mugging me again with all your elite talk!’ ‘It’s raining,’ Knowledge observed. ‘Share my umbrella.’ ‘NO!’ Ignorance roared. ‘Just shut up! I don’t want to listen to you!’ ‘But you’ll get wet!’ Knowledge said. ‘I hate the sound of your VOICE!’ Ignorance shouted. ‘You elites are always talking and never listening to the likes of me.’ ‘So, you’re saying NO to my VOICE to prove to me that you have a VOICE too?’ ‘Now you’re getting it,’ Ignorance said. ‘Well, we
A Murder
When Susan and I arrive at Planet Fitness, a murder is not premeditated. We are too busy meditating on number plates in the car park. We are parked between BBC and CNN. Clearly our arrival is newsworthy on this foggy fitness morning. Susan enters the Quonset building, her quest for fitness uppermost in her mind, never dreaming that she might never see me again. My daily fitness walk begins and ends with Susan; till death us do part. A pair of common grass parrots, hopping like escaped budgies, seek to punctuate my starting-block stillness. Their fear is tempered by curiosity.