DHW – AKA Dave. A new low in creative writing.
Years ago, I used to work in a public library on a council estate. One of our regular library users used to bring us in his short stories – I guess he thought we’d be interested, what with all the books around us and that.
His stories brought us immense pleasure, as poor DHW – or Dave – had very little skill in either storytelling or basic grammar.
His tales were, more often than not, stories of triumph over adversity (mostly blindness) or wry flights of fancy There was also an epic work with echoes of Kipling’s Just So Stories, but based on the chinese horoscope. They’re touched by the hand of delusion.
So, I was clearing out the loft this weekend and stumbled upon them, so I thought I’d share them with you.
By way of introduction, we can hear from the author himself, in what I presume was to be the forward for his as yet unpublished book of short stories, entitled “A Little Bit Of Cheese” (I’m not making this up)…
And so onto the first story – Only Inside Is Blind:
And yes, I know it fucks up the layout of the page, but I don’t care. More to come later!