The story PROTOS is suspended until the C19 Crisis is over – due to over riding important issues need full attention. Thank you Denis Taylor Artist – Writer – and Editor of painters TUBES magazine – Curator for TAG Tubes Artists Gallery
Protos Loop Hole. Part Seven
click here for update from part Six Three weeks had passed since our hero had the surgery (* see note i for an explanation) – He was told that he had to prepare himself for a thorough body scan to check if the Cancer tumours (they called secondaries) were still active. This was procedure, but […]
Protos. An update
Our main character is now admitted into the hospital. He is still totally unclear what is to happen to him. The time allowed for consultation and related surgical information (to the ‘patient) is just not available.
Protos Loop Hole. part six
“…I had walked past the secretary’s office door in a daze. I found myself walking with Bobbie in tow asking what they were going to do to me. I never answered Bobbie because I didn’t know. But what was clear to me had realised itself in the total clarity, that I really had little chance of survival.
Protos Loop Hole part five
“The journey was filled with the predictable expletive deletives, “Fucking idiot.” – “What a pillock.” “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” And so on. Normal chit-chat for drivers on overpopulated motorways. It always amuses me that the driver swearing at others on motorways truly believes that the drivers, to which these obscenities are directed at, can actually hear them. Bobbie was convinced that the other occupants of the road were deliberately slowing our progress. I readily agreed and was grateful to them, although I kept that to myself..
Protos Loophole. part four
to catchup with the story please click the links: Part One Part Two Part three last statement in part three “…I lit another cigarette and began a slow walk back into the town, my life had just been put under threat of non existence, everything was on hold, and there nothing I could […]
Protos Loop Hole. part three
By now I began to feel a little uneasy about the whole process and wished I had escaped earlier. “Pull back your foreskin for me” He said. I obliged. “Oooo, what’s that”
