The Can’tery

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An investigation into a local factory that once made excuses for The Weekly Inciter. By Juliette Furneaux They were once the River City’s most exclusive service. One whose existence is hard to believe but impossible to disprove. We could all do with a few extra days off per year. But do you know how to… Continue reading The Can’tery

Hamstrung Out

They found him sick and alone and pale, his face barely pink at all. Overeager and surrounded by greasy, plastic wrappers. A poor choice that threatened to hospitalize him. In the end, he neglected his responsibilities and curled up in straw for days. He saw no-one and said nothing. When he returned to polite, sober,… Continue reading Hamstrung Out

Bank Holiday

A bank on the beach with a beach towel.

Its notice had been tendered by, and to, the appropriate authorities but it was still a surprise to find it missing come trading hours. Foot traffic was thick but not quite the regular treacle except for the amazed gathering at the now empty site. Signed paperwork was on display at the foot of where the… Continue reading Bank Holiday

Text Line

The messages come through fast and often.  They cascade down the monitor, black characters on a white background divided by light grey borders. Names, locations, requests — musical or otherwise.  New texts slide in at the bottom, bumping through the queue of new album spins, talkback requests, or lonely conversation. But sometimes one pushes its… Continue reading Text Line

Hot Air

They had left the boy behind long ago. Tatters of sunbleached cloth caught the wind on thin flagpoles but otherwise only their stories remained. The tales of high above. Past the clouds. The boy had begun to gather his own wool from the farmers after the sheep had been sheared and the merchants had taken… Continue reading Hot Air