The bunker phone was black and sleek-sided. Its ring was a cross between the old-fashioned police car bells and the Avon-Lady… It rang now, insistently…
Teigue-the-Fool contemplated the insistent, sleek-sided, black thing, and the corners of his mouth flicked into a smile. His eyes danced as he lifted the receiver from its cradle and placed it against his ear, “Yaas?” he said.
“What’s the problem?” growled Big Bee, clearly irate that his ‘sabbatical’ had been interrupted.
“No problem, sire,” smoothed Teigue, “just an update…”
“Well, get on with it then,” snapped Big Bee.
“The double-jabbed hospital cases are not getting better,” drawled Teigue, and then paused waiting for the truth-bomb to hit home…
“What, they’re dying?” blustered Big Bee.
“Dying, or being sent home paralysed.”
“Do we know why?” asked Big Bee, gloomily.
“We should do,” retorted Teigue, “it’s been sound medical practice never to jib-jab during an outbreak for many years now.”
“What do you mean?” asked Big Bee, back in bluster mode.
“I mean, that the jabs cause the variants which are also resistant to the jabs,” said Teigue.
“Bugger!” exclaimed Big Bee, “what can we do?”
“We can drop the wonky jabs and revert to safe, effective, traditional treatments which are already on the market.”
“Gulp,” said Big Bee, swallowing air.
“You’ll need to come back to do that. Where are you anyway, I forgot to ask?”
“Click-click-drone…” Big Bee’s line went dead.
“Oh, and your popularity has flat-lined,” said Teigue-the-Fool into the empty receiver…
A Questionable Science:
Love and Death in the Time of COVID
by Stuart France and G. Michael Vasey
‘The Gallows and Gibbet Inn’, proclaimed the sign, which singular nominal ought really to have aroused, if not my shackles then, at least my suspicions.
Too late, Anu was already tugging me over the threshold into the warmth, and the light, and the sound of voices, and music…
…They were all in there!
Black Jack Davey… Teigue-the-Fool… The Miller’s Son… The Sorcerer’s Apprentice… H.R.H. the Lord of the Elements, and one-hundred-and-one other far less savoury characters.
Most of them in their cups. Reprobates all! And what a tale they had to tell.
If you have ever wondered why all the public houses are shut.
You had better pull up a chair…
Get on the right side of history before it is too late!