Metafiction: 'The Insurrection of his lust'
This story has in fact been knocking around for ages. I was trawling through my moleskine yesterday and found it again. The entry in question is dated nineteenth of december, last year. It actually predates the conception of Magikal Realism, both as a website and as a collection of short stories. I was unsure about including it as such, instead of simply as miscellanious fiction. But then I realised it was pretty weird, and still qualified as being 'Midlands Gothic' so I decided to keep it. Plus I found a suitable quote, which swung it in the end.
And yes, there really is a hair dresser's near me called Mark Anthony's. Predictably, it is full of cheesey classical busts and the like. Watch this space; I'll see if can find a picture.
Tune of the moment: Wild Horses - The Sundays
Jac
And yes, there really is a hair dresser's near me called Mark Anthony's. Predictably, it is full of cheesey classical busts and the like. Watch this space; I'll see if can find a picture.
Tune of the moment: Wild Horses - The Sundays
Jac
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