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** Cuffed And Stuffed **
*** Nan's
E.S.P. ***
by Bobby Mac
part 5 of 14 (Nan's
E.S.P.)
"I'm not shouting" said Granddad lowering
his voice, "my wife is just a little
deaf is all, you must
be so brave to rob a supermarket", continued Granddad.
"Yer,
yer, yer, you being funny", he said as he took a step towards
Granddad,
"Who else lives here ?", he asked.
"We
live on our own", answered Nan, giving that look to Granddad
that her
granddaughter had perfected.
"you're not that
flaming deaf are you ?", screwing his eyes and staring at
Nan.
"I use E.S.P. a lot", she said staring
back.
"What's that ?", said the skinny one.
"It's
a flaming, fuddling hearing aid, you great big foghorn, don't you
know
nothing, what did you do all the time you were in Mount
Eden Prison, knit ?".
The old lady turned away and put on
the electric jug, then she put food in the
microwave. "I'll
go and get some towels and some dry socks", she said
heading
towards the door. "Mooshat, you go with the old
lady", ordered the boss man.
Nan turned to look at the man
following her, "Mooshat", she said "that's a
new
one on me". He was as skinny as the other one was fat,
with a shriveled up weasel
face. The door came back so hard it
knocked him off his feet, he got up holding
his head where the
door had struck him. "Ow!!, Ow!!, oh, Ow!!!!!!", he
complained.
"Stop belly aching!!", yelled the boss
man,"and get after her". Mooshat took one
step
towards the door, when Nan came back through. This time the door
hit Mooshat
square on the nose. "You shouldn't stand
around doors", said Nan, passing him a
towel for his nose.
"They can be dangerous you know" Nan explained to the
robber
without a trace of sympathy.
*****
Copyright:
Bobby Mac, October 2003
Published: www.tardemstudios.co.nz -
27th. February 2004
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