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Chiselled Anthems [ part 1 ]

by 

steve coel

extract[s] 

...the discordant noise, a parody of pop consumerism played by a 

second tide of anorak clad shamblers. tantalisingly embryonic 

they are initially beguiling and ultimately quite engaging.



it's a wall of clipped chunky guitar noise singing mischievously 

of bed sit drama with a comic edge and serious interior... [ side 

1 - page 54 ]



...clearly front page glamour and risking a sense of magnetic 



sexuality her painstakingly spidery hand reveals the reflection 

of women breaching the pinking surface of a puddle with her 

stride... [ side 1 - page 56 ]



...its a corrupted eden of hot blood with tragic figures proud 



and petulant beside dribbling junkies laboriously patient as 

icebergs... [ side 4 - page page 57 ]



...voyeurs at slaughter houses creating potentially revolutionary 



development of tales of dark dislocation and resentment spilled 

into sour language... [ side 4 - page 62 ]

previously published:

chiselled anthems [ part 1 ] from mud on a plate [ 2010 ], 

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promise is a promise

promise is a promise

by

steve coel

1]

today.

doorway.

long corridor.

2]

place used to be arcade.

not now.

shops are long gone, roof caved in, steel mesh windows ripped out by scrappies, walls decorated courtesy of local youth.

no charge.

3]

nice touch that.

4]

so you could say it's quiet round this way now there's nothing left to nick.

5]

council says places like this is going to be developed.

we'll see.

6]

meantime, it's where i comes to spend my days, to finish jobs i been doing during the night.

7]

i'll have finished in about six months anyways.

8]

do what the fuck they wants then.

all of them.

9]

and if they ever finds what i been hidin' round here won't be any come back.

10]

promise is a promise.

promise is a promise [ Draft ], from Tin Collector [ A Series of Micro Flash Fictions ] by Steve Coel, 2015.

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carry on waiting

by 

steve coel.

part 1: outside Like.

story starts on the street i suppose.
my street.
outside like.
always a good place to start a story i reckons.
begins with police searching a car.
wrong car as it happens.
other footies are holding some guy against a wall while others check his jacket in doorway of the adult store.
i understands they won't find nothing.

part 2: busy day.

sunny day.
busy day.
bad atmosphere.
looks passed between people trying hard not to know each other, failing badly it would seem.
should do better.
so what's the story then.
bit of back story always useful right?

part 3: early for some.

morning.
early for some.
late for others.
someone, it seems, is clearly not quite making it through the day, is getting desperate and is needing some action pretty quick.
like right away is about what it's about.
so.
quick snatch job is all.
bad call is what it is.
being watched see.
being watched quite closely as it happens. 
decision time.
do i?
let it go and carry on waiting.
or move in...blow cover?
luckily for all involved uniformed footie steps in.
very lucky.

part 4: laugh that.

footies seen everything, and nothing, as usual.
bit of a chase.
laugh that.
likes a good chase. 
who doesn't?
security joined in too.
laugh that too.
twats they are for joining in though cos peoples quick round here when opportunity arises.
so it is.
quick in and out, even though they knows cameras sees them all.
and they knows security'll speak to them later.
poor bastards.
but hey, what you going to do?
i'll have word with them prior like, it's what i do, my job.
like i told you, my street.
so that's the back story.
reckons you knows the rest...

carry on waiting [ Draft ], from Tin Collector [ A Series of Micro Flash Fictions ] by Steve Coel, 2015.

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Outside In - Your Town, Any Town

By 

Steve Coel

Like looking out through our window I do.

Looking out I sometimes wonder to myself what it must be like negotiating your way through all the stuff on the sidewalk. 
Bit of an adventure I suspects.

There's been all sorts of complaints I'm telling you. Bruised knees is popular. 
Letters from council have stopped, don't know why.

Owner will be pleased when I sees him.

Still; we hardly have any customers come in anymore, so looking out the window gives me something to do while I wait to answer the phone and pass on the message. 

Owner won't ever let me listen to my i-pad, even though he knows I can't read. 

Didn't tell me why either.

Doesn't really explain why we have all the stuff outside the shop on the sidewalk though  does it?

I can't help wondering where it all comes from to be honest. 

Outside in - Your Town, Any Town [ Draft ], from Tin Collector [ A Series of Micro Flash Fictions ] by Steve Coel, 2015.

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