Moving Finger - Issue 3 - Brunel University
Moving Finger - Issue 3 - Brunel University
Moving Finger - Issue 3 - Brunel University
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ITALIAN BLOB<br />
Marvin Shaw lived in London near the Thames. He’d never had anyone he could call a<br />
friend, but he was happy enough to live in his own little world. Existing on a diet of pasta<br />
and pizza, he refused to speak in any language other than Italian, even though he’d never<br />
visited the country. A couple of years back he tried to grow his hair to give himself what<br />
he thought was a sexy Italian look, but due to his receding hairline, this was sadly<br />
impossible. Usually dressed in black trousers and a loose white T-shirt, he sometimes<br />
donned a flashy red jacket to give himself what he believed to be a bit of continental flair.<br />
In reality, he looked like Jasper Carrott.<br />
He had no job and didn’t take the dole, choosing instead to spend his days and nights<br />
behind drawn curtains, except when he went down to the local Italian restaurant and, of<br />
course, the day he took his yearly gondola ride up the Thames. Despite this, he had a topof-the-range<br />
Ferrari and his house was enormous. There was much speculation over<br />
Marvin’s mysterious benefactor: a rich parent with more money than sense; the Mafia; or<br />
maybe - God forbid! – a lover?<br />
Then, one summer, he vanished without trace. His house stood empty, his Ferrari<br />
remained in the garage – though this wasn’t unusual in itself for Marvin never used it –<br />
and all his belongings were left behind. The Thames was searched in an attempt to find<br />
his body, but no luck. After a couple of weeks’ scouring, the police duly forgot about<br />
Marvin and turned their minds to weightier matters. The mystery of his vast wealth was<br />
never solved. Some believed he’d gone on permanent vacation to Italy where he could<br />
feel more at home; others, with a more romantic – and delusional – view of the world,<br />
reckoned he’d found a lover and moved away to spend his life with her. The majority,<br />
however, couldn’t give a toss where Marvin had gone and simply carried on with their<br />
lives.<br />
Richard Wilson<br />
KING HUGE<br />
His name was King Huge and he was a hulking beast of a man. He had the type of<br />
neck you could tie a belt around and shoulders that could carry the world. When he<br />
walked, his muscular arms resembled two swaying tree trunks and his legs were as thick<br />
as Nelson’s Column. He could hold children in the palms of his hands and balance cars<br />
on his head. King Huge was huge.<br />
His forehead jutted out abnormally, creating a dark shadow round his eyes. Below<br />
these dark rings was a beautifully straight nose, which could have been sculpted by<br />
Michelangelo himself. King’s nose was his joy and pride. It added a touch of class to his<br />
otherwise thuggish face. The thick, healthy lips rarely parted. King didn’t need to talk.<br />
His size said everything.<br />
Alan Ismail<br />
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