Scrooge awoke to sunshine streaming through his apartment window. He patted his body and grabbed his scrotum – he seemed to be alive. ‘Alexa, what day is it?’ he called out. The smart speaker lit up upon hearing the wake command. [read...]
As the hooker dream faded the image of a new, silent spirit appeared. ‘Bollocks, I won’t see that tenner again,’ said Scrooge, walking unbidden to the fog. He arrived at a graveside with a vicar intoning the usual bullshit about ashes and dust. [read...]
link to part 2 Scrooge thought he’d only put his head on the pillow when he became aware of a hand rocking his shoulder. ‘I’m the spirit of coronavirus present,’ said the spirit while Scrooge changed his underwear for the second time in a night. [read...]
A Coronavirus carol Part 1 can be found here Scrooge jumped as the glass hit the ground. Looking up he noticed the TV had started running repeats of repeats. Turning the set off he started to get up, [read...]
In a Docklands office on Christmas Eve sat two men working, socially distanced, naturally. One, Ebenezer Scrooge, should really have been shielding but the rules had changed again, while the other, Bob Cratchit was hyper-sensitive to the fact his disabled son was classified vulnerable despite being made to attend school for most of the Autumn… [read...]
