Dead Men Don't Order Flake (2016) - Plot & Excerpts
Pastel paintings of flowers line the walls. Very funereal-looking flowers. I passed Mrs Watkins out on her walker; called out a friendly hello. She looked through me as though I wasn’t there. Hopefully, today was one of Ernie’s good days. He lets his marbles come and go and sometimes I think it’s intentional. Maybe he could help me get into this dropped phone: marbles permitting, Ernie’s pretty good at getting into things he’s not supposed to. And he could have useful information about Natalie Kellett, as long as I managed to keep him focused. Ernie was in his room, sitting in his armchair, facing the TV. He doesn’t like watching the TV in the communal lounge. Full of people who’ve lost it, he tells me. It was three in the afternoon and Ernie was in his dressing gown, the one I gave him last Christmas. His shoulder blades finned through the navy blue material. I hoped he was eating properly; he looked like he was getting thinner. I put a hand on his shoulder. ‘Ernie, how you doing?’ ‘As good as a dying war hero can be on his final flaming birthday.
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