Black Sunday - Fiction - Part 1 of about 5

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Some time ago I posted a comic short story in several parts which some enjoyed. So I thought I’d share another with you. This was also written as a monologue so you have to pretend someone is talking to you. Vince has performed it several times at various functions. I’m worried that it might be hard to understand as it is written as an ‘Ocker’ might speak English but I guess I’ll soon find out. It is a total of about two thousand words so I’ll split it into shorter portions. The photos will be whatever takes my fancy. Black Sunday G'day. I was having a beer with a mate the other day and his 40th wedding anniversary is coming up. Karen and I, we're coming up 43 years. You only get 20 years for murder. It hasn't all been beer and skittles but here we are 43 years on. Talking to me mate reminded me of a very bad day I had a few years after we married. I'll tell it about it if you like – even if you don't like, seeing you're all stuck here. Ever had a day when you should have stayed in bed? Not even surfaced? This Sunday was like that. A really bad day - none of it my fault. Karen had been away a week with a friend. Now – I’m no good on my own. I admit it. I might be a decent provider and I’m a great lover but I’m not much good on my own. Anyway off she went. Left me a very detailed list. But I lost the list the next day – I think it went into the wash with my red T-shirt, which went into the wash with the white sheets but that’s another story. At that stage, I hadn’t read the list at all. Once I lost it I didn’t know what I was supposed to be doing so I hadn’t done anything much.