Short Stories
I've added a couple of short stories to this page. I also have a collection of short stories available as an ebook on Kindle (please click the Kindle tab above for details).
'The Blonde' is based on a true story my grandfather Billy told me when I was about nine or ten and it's always stayed with me. He had lots of amazing stories from his big band days in the 30s and 40s where he played, in the main, saxophone and trombone.
Click on the button below to read the stories. The Blonde is also available in spoken word - see the box below and listen in.
Hope you enjoy them - please feel free to leave comments...
This is an audio version of my short story, The Blonde, read by Tony Morris: poet, musician, all round good gee!
Discover more about Tony's work at www.tonymorrispoet.com
The Blonde contains a lot of the 'hardboiled' slang of 30s America. A glossary is below.
A Hardboiled Glossary
Bathtub gin: illegal homemade gin
Broad: Woman
Canary: Woman singer
Dame: Woman
Dance: To be hanged
Dizzy with a dame: To be madly in love with a woman
Doll: Woman
Dope: Drugs
Dope peddler: Drug dealer
Dough: Money
Duck soup: Very easy, a piece of cake
Dutch Act: committing suicide
Eggs in the coffee: Very easy, a piece of cake,
Gat: Gun
Gee: Man
Gin mill: Bar
Gobble pipe: Saxophone
Gum-shoe: Detective
Hack: Reporter
Hatchetmen: gunmen
Hinky: Suspicious
Hitting the pipe: Smoking opium
Hooch: Liquor
Joint: Place, club or bar
Jujus: Marijuana cigarettes
Kale: Money
Keyster: Buttocks
Lead, carrying: carrying a gun
Liquorice Stick: Clarinet
Mazuma: Money
Patsy: Person who is set up; a fool or a chump
Pro-Skirt: Prostitute
Put the screws on: Question in a tough manner
Roscoe: Gun
Skin Tickler: Drummer
Skirt: Woman
Squeeze Box: Accordian
Tubs: Drums
Wrong gee: Not a good fellow
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Comments
Hey Val - thanks for joining in - love your short story - have you thought of entering it intoa micro fiction competition. Google 'Brevity Thing' and give it a go! Thanks for your kind comments. x
she gazed at him from beneath long silky eyelashes...he lay asleep in the armchair..rain rattled the windowpanes..she gazed at the clock then back at him, her whole being quivered with desire...the room was warm and cosy..just the two of them..he stirred ..any minute now...the clock chimed six pm..he opened his eyes drowsily..smiled at his beloved ...she was ecstatic... ooh go on then he said ...away and fetch your lead......x