MINIMAL
STORIES
from The
Trivia Chronicle
Some people grow
vegetables when they retire. Others become them.
I always find it
surprising that the babies of older mothers are the same age as the
babies of
younger ones.
The car behind
the first car is my accident waiting to happen. Noise drowns out
noise. A
scream of
brakes. The rest is silence and picking up the pieces.
Faces
in the
crowd have been replaced by cameras held up (I saw once but
now I’m
blind). The
third eye describes the world for
you. In retrospect. Events at one remove have no memory. But
there’s evidence
in the computer to find you guilty of being there.
The council
workers water the ornamental rocks outside the Town Hall. The
indigenous
Catalans know something about squeezing blood and gold from stone.
The artist Gerald
has decided that at sixty-two he is too old to wait for destiny, and
resolves
to kill his mother. As there is arsenic in his oil paint, he starts on
her
portrait. She sits with her back to him.
The foothills of
the Pyrenees
You pay for your hope.
Crime of Passion
A farm worker (83) put on a balaclava, took
down the hunting gun he
used for shooting rabbits and went to the house next door. The owner, a
distinguished doctor, was enjoying breakfast with his new wife on the
patio.
The old man shot him dead, eight bullets. Jean Bastouille’s
daughter had been
married to Dr Messimer (63), and the year after the divorce she died of
an
aneurysm.
Cancer
A growth industry. Or an opportunity for growth.
The minority in
The Mayor of
Villeneuve-de-la-Raho, Jacqueline Irles, doubles as a Member of
Parliament. She
appears like clockwork at every local event, a lanky twin-suited woman
of an
uncertain age with a ceramic smile and an abstract presence.
Adriano Karembeu, the blond beanstalk that
fronts Red Cross
advertisements, resembles Monica Vitti on stilts. Her pint-sized
consort looks
up to her, the average man cut short. They have been voted
Carla
A grue is a crane on a building site, or a film set, or a woman who is no better than she ought. Madame Bruni-Sarkozy hoists Nicholas into bed every night, and goes off to star in Woody Allan’s next movie.
My Comforters
I don’t always know what people are saying, and when I do it’s more or less the same. ‘Monsieur, vous avez raté le coche.’ And I’m still running.
I’m tired of
being mocked or spurned for my accent, and so I’ve signed on
for a Course in
English to learn how people here mispronounce it in order to mimic them
in
French.
The title of
Becket’s play was a coquille. Godet
means a pot in French and
going for a pot is a common expression for sharing
a drink. I think
Beckett had in mind, ‘Waiting for the pubs to
open’. I regret he never wrote a
sequel, Un godet de plus. ‘One for the
road.’
A captured king
was forced to watch his family walk to their public execution,
observing them
without emotion until he saw an old servant amongst them.