THE FLYING SCOT

It was the mating season. 


During the mating season a Flying Scot is infested with coloured mushrooms. Blooming around the snatch.

We cracked crackers and got pasted. Ate Johnny cakes. Had a chinwag about the New Puritans.

The New Puritans had high grip quota and the whole country was post cream.

The villagers were dancing around pre-fabs. 


Published by Marcus Slease

Born in Portadown, Northern Ireland, Marcus Slease has made his home in such places as Turkey, Poland, Italy, South Korea, the United States, Spain, and the United Kingdom – experiences that inform his nomadic surrealist writing. His latest book is Never Mind the Beasts (Dostoyevsky Wannabe 2020).

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