Exclusive story: What Became Of Us?; Kid Paradise's Spring Time Beach Bar is OPEN; Poem: Outside Life; Tales From The UniversE 56 - newsletter from Glasgow
An arcadia of imagination
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1. Kid Paradise’s Spring Beach Bar is Wild and Wild. And Wild. And, wait a minute: WILD. And, also, is hitting late March like Kid Paradise has been born a million times again while exulting in a perma- mid-life NON crisis
April is soon and
what else
better can you do
than listen
LOUD
to Kid P’s tuuuuunnnnnnnneS
‘Memory, nothing elsE’
Kid Paradise In The Mix knows how to TREAT ya!!!
2. Short Story
What Became Of Us?
The sausage rolls and meat-and-potato pies and frosted buns and chocolate eclairs and lemon slices and the starched and pressed white aprons and the aroma scented loaves of white and wholemeal and half-and-half and the fresh ground java done black and the way Marcia saw the sky change through the seasons and spring certainly is here now and the wood pigeons in their stuccocoloured breasts holding their conferences about how their pre-heirs evolutionary curve swerved migration and the master baker who self-monikered himself and who opened his bakery every day on the main drag of Poynton and played noodly jazz that gave her working hours the feel of a cliche and on her lunch this Tuesday 26 of March she walked out of Peter’s Bakery and headed down the drag with a fresh cup of milky tea in a paper cup in her hand.
Outside MIND she was there again with a sign that said, HOMELESS. Marcia saw her yesterday when cycling past. Sat on the bench in front of the charity shop as she was now. As she did for many years in front of shops around the village before she disappeared.
She had returned and Marcia needed to know why. From her pocket she brought a cheese-and-onion pasty, a chocolate donut. She walked to the girl and placed these and the tea down on the bench beside her.
Hello, I’m Marcia.
As soon as she spoke she realised her mistake. The girl took her time and Marcia saw she did because she too realised the mistake.
It has taken you a long time. To use your memory.
She picked the pasty up and bit into it, the steam from the hot food streaming out and spiralling up through the sharp March air.
I didn’t recognise you.
She bit more cheese-and-onion pasty. She sipped the milky tea. Marcia saw that Seraphin could not yet be 21 and she kept wondering at her mistake.
Now or before?
What you mean?
You didn’t recognise me.
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