By: Wishdokter The location was perfect. I’d been told just how beautiful this vista was, but I couldn’t take any enjoyment from it. I couldn’t see anything because it was night and pitch-black. I really didn’t have any inclination towards enjoyment at the best of times. Every minute feels like borrowed time. My life,…
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My Finest Hour
By: Wishdokter I arrived somewhat later than I’d intended. It was nearly mid-night and the house party was, as the kids would say nowadays, in full swing. As soon as I’d walked in, most people were aghast. I fought my way through the crowd and took my place, in the front room, where most…
Hitler’s Year in India
By: Wishdokter “My year in India was a major turning point in my life… I think I’ve found my spiritual home, the people there are so friendly…” Serenely beautiful and waif-like. She’s the only one in the room who is speaking. Every now and then a couple will whisper something to each other. But,…
Thank You
By: Wishdokter Just the other day, travelling upstairs on the empty bus from work, I was astounded by the sight of a woman masturbating. Now this may seem like an unbelievable tale told around a pub table by coarse friends. The two of us sitting opposite sides, me with a clear view of her…
Chance Meeting
By: Wishdokter I’m not going to let this one get away. I like to have fun. I approach with an inane grin on my face. I know he recognises me from school, but he certainly won’t remember my name. Uncomfortably he slowly stretches out his hand to shake mine. I limply grip his fore-finger…
Park Death
By: Wishdokter Self immolation is the term for the act I’m about to carry out. I walk to the park, the same route I do everyday, this time though I am looking at all their faces, noticing their expressions, seeing the dead eyes seeing nothing. I’m not noticd. The park green is empty. People congregate…
Cordon
By: Wishdokter My legs are burning. I’m pumped and running on empty as I ride up to the police cordon tape that’s been stretched across the road. An aggressive policeman approaches me and tells me that I can’t go down this way, and will have to find another route. I ask what’s occurred but…
Extract from ‘Blood, Sweat, Tears and Other Fluids’
By: Wishdokter I know that at my age, one year from forty, I ought not to think about sex as much as I do. Men of a certain age, fathers and uncles, are perceived less as sexual beings. I am not quite sure if it is my perception of our sexualised society, which is…
On this day, 39 years ago… Fuck digital calendars.
By: Wishdokter 11th January 2010 On this day, 39 years ago, the very first ‘Quickie Divorce’ was granted in the UK. It was also the day of my birth. I’m telling you this because I know you’re NOT going to make a fuss, wish, or worse still sing, me a happy birthday, or feel…
What, me, in love? I think not! (or, My new hat).
By: Wishdokter As of yesterday, I’m wearing a new hat, proverbially speaking. It is somewhat true, that if one thinks positively blah blah blah… No, in a case like this I will get away with believing this truth to be self evident, despite what personal history tells me. My new hat consists of a great…