Short Stories

As Reverend Richard arrives, I choke on a straw-full of banana milkshake, which damn near kills me. It’s an occupational hazard - breathing and drinking - and I manage to spray the thick yellow gloop an impressive distance.

‘Sorry ‘bout that, it went down the wrong hole!’

Richard doesn’t appear to be too disgusted and is soon at work with handfuls of paper towels. Snotty and stringy to touch, it takes some cleaning up, but before long he’s removed every trace.

‘All done. Are you OK? You look a bit red in the face now. We can do this a bit later if you need a few minutes?’

‘Nope, I’m good thanks. You want to see the winners?’

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