What does good look like?

Blue-skinned Kali wielding four swords, naked, excepting a necklace fashioned from the shrivelled heads of her vanquished foes.

A Jack Russell frenziedly shredding newly-delivered post.

Some sugar paper scrawled with a child’s crayon drawing of the sun and an unidentifiable quadruped.

An unseemly free-for-all at the brass band rehearsal rooms as festering resentments and long held grudges come to a head.

A Long-horned Black Legionnaire fly drowning in a G&T.

Forty-seven ginger-headed sailors coming home across the briny sea.

Queasy guests clutching champagne flutes and refusing canapés at a Captain’s reception on a Baltic cruise liner quarterdeck.  

Lesser angels at the Last Judgement sorting the damned from the elect.

The Guardbridge paper mill on July 25^th, 2008, as seen from the airbase at Leuchars.

A colony of bioluminescent tube worms in an abyssal Pacific trench secreting feeding mucus.

The expression of a slasher movie sequel teen coming to an appreciation that he may, perhaps, have spoken too soon.

Fields of unharvested turnips, gone to seed, on a humid, hazy August afternoon.

An exhausted and absentminded deacon, called from his home in the small hours, fluffing the last rites. 

A Croc Clog stamping on a human face for a fortnight.

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