A warm welcome to Stephen Wright and his tiny but perfectly formed short, short story
Hubert wriggled around in his pram and tried to straighten up his
copy of The Telegraph and said to Geoffrey,
“Now pay attention old boy, 9 across ‘beloved, much prized’,
“Have we got any other letters in it,” asked Geoffrey, tapping the
ash off his cigar on the edge of his pram.”
“Er, yes, we’ve got an O from 11 down HAEMOGLOBIN so it’s
something, something, something, something, something, O,
“Mmm, not sure, it’s a hard one today, don’t you think, it’s not an
anagram is it?” queried Geoffrey
“Hold on I’ve just figured out the first letter, it’s a P for
POLYTHEISM, the worship of more than one god,” said Hubert,
sporting a self-satisfied grin.
“Trust you clever clogs, what about…” began Geoffrey
“Hold on old bean, Nanny at four o’clock, get rid of that Havana,”
said Hubert, projectile vomiting to distract the nanny, while
Geoffrey stubbed out his cigar and slipped it inside his babygrow.
and frantically wafted away the smoke.
“Oh poor darling,” said Nanny. “There, there now” she
cooed, “are you OK my little precious?” and as she wiped up
Hubert’s vomit, Hubert mentally filled in 9 across.