ALIEN HAND SYNDROME by Dan Melling
He’s lying on his back. His useless, hairless legs stay wherever I put them.
Dan Melling
Dan Melling is a writer, originally from the UK. He holds an MFA in poetry from Virginia Tech University and teaches creative writing at John Moores University, Liverpool. His work has appeared in Juked, X-R-A-Y, Fanzine and others. He co-edits Damnation literary journal and sometimes tweets at @melling_dan.
EULOGY by Dan Melling
Derek came in sad-faced because Alastair’d died, said, Alastair’s dead, but I’ve not worked in seven months because the pub’s been closed, so I said, Who’s Alastair? Derek’s face got sadder, said Big Alastair, with the jewelry and I remembered him. He was a dickhead. I said, Oh yeah, and got Shelly over to talk to Derek, but Shelly wouldn’t care either. Alastair was a dickhead who always wore two watches and two thick gold chains and a ring on each finger and whistled when he wanted a pint and one time slapped a girl’s arse as she walked past….