It was a rough town. Hot and dusty, where unshaven men showed off sweaty armpits as a mark of machismo.…

Historical fiction – India
It was a rough town. Hot and dusty, where unshaven men showed off sweaty armpits as a mark of machismo.…
At the mortuary. Mortician reads the label tied to the cadaver’s toe. Mortician: Wiltshire. Isn’t that five miles hence? Assistant:…
BROTHER GRINN: What’s that in your hand, Brother Grinn? BROTHER GRINN: A letter from Eric, Brother Grinn. BROTHER GRINN: Ah,…
Smarty’s wife, a.k.a. Boss, immediately floated over to where the “boys” were seated. In Asian culture, the wife never kept…
Saturday 11 August, Smarty Pants attended two wedding receptions—one a luncheon and another a dinner. He caught up with several…
BROTHER GRINN: I saw Grandpa Grinn on the sidewalk, Brother Grinn. Tottering along as usual. BROTHER GRINN: That’s dangerous, Brother Grinn, what…
Humour is always a good start to the week as it brushes away most Monday morning blues. I was undecided…
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