Tuckerucci Fairytales

1st Movement Having reached its zenith, even the sun seemed to find the day too hot to keep moving, for it loitered long, glaring indecently through the sparse foliage. What had appeared from a distance to be promising relief for a solitary bushwalker, turned out to be meanly deceptive as he searched for an adequate patch of shade. The trees had learned to minimise their exposure to the sun by turning the edges of their leaves towards it, thus rendering the shade they cast most ineffective when it was most needed. Propped up against a tree trunk the exhausted wanderer made a couple of limp attempts to use his map as a fan. But it wasn’t worth the effort. He stared into infinity across a landscape so still that the motion of his breath captured his full attention. Emptied of thought his mind dissolved into the landscape and all sense of distinction between himself and his surroundings vanished. In this state of inner silence even the pain of the mid day heat “disappeared” – transfo

LGBTQ fiction WARNING SEXUAL VIOLENCE A BOY A GIRL AND A ANOTHER BOY  The boy, Hippo, was sixteen going on seventeen, and the girl, Hrodi, was seventeen going on eighteen. Pozzo or Pozza or Pozzie, depending who was talking to him, was old enough to throw his weight around; and hated Hippo with a passion. Hrodi preferred the younger boy’s company. They lived in the village of Atomz where Hippo’s father, Thesis, was The Man; Thesis, so called because in his verbal jousting days, instead of saying, like everyone else, “I have a theory about that...”, would say “My thesis is as follows...” and so his cohort, and then the village, began to call him Thesis, and the name stuck. Thesis was  married to Lyta, Hippo’s mother, until he accidentally killed her during a feud between their two families. A decade later he married Faydee, who, unlike the stereotype step-mother, was smitten by her step-son and doted on him whenever he was around the family home. Beginning on his seventh birt