Potatoes – The anthology – My attempt

Fringe Works, those brilliant people who accepted my Grimm & Grimmer Tale, Death’s Messengers, have put a call out for another anthology. This one is to do with Potatoes. The stories don’t have to be about potatoes (although they might be), but they do have to feature potatoes.

So, after a weekend at the Sci-Fi Weekender with the two main honchos, I decided that I would have a go at writing for this as well. I also decided to do two things I’ve never done before. The first is to write in the first person – yes, I bloody know I’m doing that here, but I don’t in fiction – and the second is that I’m going to be a bit of a toe rag.

I thought that I would put up the opening paragraph here for your titillation.

It’s typical that the first man I ever killed, I killed over a potato. I didn’t plan it that way. I didn’t even plan to kill the silly sod, not when I agreed to meet up with him. It just kinda happened. An accident. Like when you get a girl knocked up because the silly cow forgot to take the pill, or you punch someone and forget that you’re holding a glass in your hand so you cut them up a little bit.

As you can see, the guy’s a bit of a twat. Actually, he’s a complete twat. However, I’m looking forward to seeing where this will go.