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For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see blog: The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
In the previous episode, skilled telephone work on the call girl's part reveals a connection to the CIA (Cardiff International Airport)...Probably.

The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 3b

Ddwwchllyff, who up until that point had been so animated, suddenly became badly drawn. The call girl couldn’t help but notice this rapid change in her employer’s mood. Miss Cassleberry wasn’t paid to notice things. She was paid to dial numbers, pass on messages and forget whatever she may have been party to. That was the only way to keep your job in her line of business. No, with her noticing things was purely a hobby. A dangerous one at that.

What has changed since now and the summer when I was eighteen?

What had changed between the summer when I was twenty-five and the summer when I was eighteen?

The summer when I was eighteen, I read "The Handmaid’s Tale" by Margaret Atwood in about a week. I picked it up again at twenty-five, almost seven years later.

I couldn’t read it. It scared me. It depressed me. I chalked it up to my close friend’s recent suicide— the woman in "The Handmaid's Tale" was trapped, and so was I, in my grief that I could not, almost did not feel allowed to, express.

Reading it now, I have the same reaction to it. But now I know it has nothing to do with my friend.

For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see blog: The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.

In the previous episode, Wolfcastle leaves Ddwwchllyff to the call girl: In the distance a dog barks as the lights of the house fade behind him.

The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 3a

Ddwchlyff finished playing with the dimmer switches and moved calmly back to where he was sitting before he stood up.

Miss Casselberry removed her coat with practiced hands and swayed long-legged across the genuine Shmeirutza carpet to the narrow door, and noticing for the hundredth time the brilliant organization of this small interior space, she withdrew a hanger.

For full Chapters 1-2a see my blog or attachment; for an explanation of this dreadful story, see my first Blog Posting : The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.

In the previous episode‘ Dddwwchllyff carries on with his darn near silent reminiscences, “lengthening the chapter…”

The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 2b

Growing up in Cardiff had not been easy for the young Dddwwchllyff, especially when his family all lived in Bangladesh. His Welsh mother, Diana, had insisted that the boy be educated in Wales. The young Dddwwchllyff had arrived at Cardiff with only a battered old suitcase and a Welsh Phrase book. On the long sea journey the batter around the outside of the luggage had provided his only substanence.

Horrah!
I am here at last. Well, in fact I have been HERE all along but I have now extended the hereness of my position into the realms of the Inter-World-Wide-Cyber-Net-Web!

Now what?

Oh yes, Tea!

For full Chapters 1-2a see my blog or attachment; for an explanation of this dreadful story, see my first Blog Posting : The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
In the last episode: Fog. Welsh-Bangladeshi Elvis impersonator impersonator Ddwwchllyff and his chum Wolfcastle hear a buzzing noise...

Chapter 2a

"What is it?" Wolfcastle asked quizzically. Dddwwchllyff didn’t answer. Instead he deliberately placed his glass of Hamilton’s® gin and tonic on the SteinercroftTM grand piano, sighed and walked towards the hallway and the source of the disturbance.

"A visitor?" Dddwwchllyff said as he left the room.

This is the first episode: For the full chapter see my blog and for an explanation of this dreadful story, see my first Blog Posting : The Cardiff Grandma (British English for Gramma* WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
The Cardiff Grandma…
Chapter 1

Wolfcastle turned from the window abruptly, snapping his eyes away from the fog.

The fog. It seemed it had always been there.

When still a young man, he had become intimate with its ways - more than once it had saved his life. But now there were other matters to attend to.

"Who are the good guys in this mess?" he demanded. "We stood for something once." He didn’t elaborate.

I will be posting a chapter a day of a story a friend of mine in Wales and I are writing. Being stunned admirers of an author of very bad thrillers, we thought we couldn't write any better, but we weren't sure if we could do worse.
We started by taking turns but soon started adding things into each other's stuff to the tune of 61 veryshortchapters. We have decided to end it all, as soon as we get in one more joke.
It has obscure references to linguistics and Wales, and Luxumburg, which, like many other words, we haven't decided how to spell.
If this refreshing approach to writing appeals to anyone, I will be happy to start another story with anyone who'd like to give it a go.

Acoustic Live

I just sent out our club dates to Acoustic Live, an online and hard copy club listing for the tri state area. It’s free to be listed and for a small fee you can get a link to your web site.
www.acousticlive.com

The publisher is also very active with various tri state showcases. If you’re interested in more info contact me.

Also if anyone knows of similar listing add them to this blog.

Thanks Bill W

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