Throw Him Away and Get a New One

Make do, I guess - Editor

by Patrick Whittaker

“Mr Highsmith! Open up, please. I assure you I only have your best interests at heart.”

“What’s wrong with you? I told you to go away!” Angus Highsmith gave up his struggle with the childproof top and threw the bottle of drain cleaner at the wall. Unbroken, it rolled along the faded lino and snuggled up to a nest of empty whisky bottles.

The banging on the door continued. It played havoc with Angus’s hangover.

“I know what you’re doing, Mr Highsmith. Or rather what you’re trying to do.”

Angus sat heavily on the bed and placed his head in his hands. “Go away, go away, go away!”

About me

This is me: home-writer, book-reader, dog-lover and occasional poet. I make this website to share my and my friends texts with You, dear Reader. Please: read carefully, don't be scary, upgrade your mood and be king and leave your comment. :)