Close Encounters VIII Paul F Walsh Ignorance was walking down the street when he met Knowledge. ‘I am very strong,’ Ignorance said. ‘We are the majority.’ ‘I know that you think that,’ Knowledge said, ‘but when you multiply ignorance you get divisive weakness rather than unifying strength.’ ‘Says who,’ Ignorance demanded. ‘Knowledge,’ Knowledge
Close Encounters VII Paul F Walsh Ignorance was walking down the street when he met Knowledge. ‘A YES vote would divide us, mate,’ Ignorance said. ‘We’re all equal here in Australia, mate, even the Aborigines.’ ‘So, you’re voting NO to maintain your equality with Aborigines?’ Knowledge asked. ‘Well, when you put it like that
Close Encounters IV Paul F Walsh Ignorance was walking down the street towards his car when he met Knowledge. ‘You should always drive on the left-hand side of the road,’ Knowledge advised. ‘There’s nothing left about me, you woke, leftie bastard!’ Ignorance declared. And that night, Ignorance woke in the hospital thinking that he
Close Encounters I I Paul F Walsh Ignorance was walking down the street when he met Knowledge. ‘You think you know it all, don’t you?’ Ignorance said. ‘Well, yes,’ Knowledge replied. ‘You don’t know what I don’t know,’ Ignorance challenged. ‘I do, actually,’ Knowledge declared. ‘Well, what I don’t know is in charge
Close Encounters I Paul F Walsh Ignorance was walking down the street when he met Knowledge. ‘Gidday!’ Knowledge said. ‘Don’t speak down to me,’ Ignorance replied. ‘Well, I’d have to be on my knees to speak up to you,’ Knowledge smiled. ‘I’m just being friendly, mate.’ ‘Don’t mate me, mate!’ Ignorance declared. ‘You wouldn’t
The Clock Paul F Walsh Time should be ticking like a bomb. But time was not ticking. This Seth Thomas clock had died at the exact moment that this Seth Thomas was born. And this Seth Thomas was named after the clock. His mother had been struck by the apparent coincidence. The clock preserved
Communion Paul F Walsh He had been watching me from a distance for some time. Silent. Still. Wary. Ever vigilant. His approach was slow and sinuous. Stalking. Ever closer. Silent. Still. Wary. And then he was standing beside me, looking down at my seated figure. Silent. Still. Wary. Curious. He touched me on the
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The Fridge Paul F Walsh This tale is a chiller rather than a thriller. The fact that I survived this encounter is evidenced by my continuing existence. Or … is it? Am I really the same person now? Is Lord Staffador, Chester the Jester himself, still the same doggo? He is resting on the
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