I got a call this morning from my uncle. He was at the hospital with my cousin. I went to visit them wondering what could be wrong with him and found that my cousin was intensive care. The doctors couldn’t work out what was wrong with him, apart from he had come in the previous day complaining about a pain in his eyes and hands. He then passed out while screaming about the burning, or some thing like that. I bought my uncle a cup of that watery soup you get out of hospital vending machines and a card for my cousin for when he woke up. The doctors weren’t sure when that would be though.

As I left I saw my ex walk in through the main doors. She was looking distressed and didn’t recognise me. I would have talked to her but she hurried past me and almost ran in the direction I’d just come from.

Ah well.

When I arrived back home I saw this car waiting out side. It looked familiar but I didn’t recognise it. I thought it was one I had seen waiting in my street before.

As I walked past it though, a big man jumped out and grabbed hold of my shirt. I was about to hand over my wallet when he started raving and ranting on about something to do with messing with things that didn’t concern me. I was about to ask him what the hell he was going on about when Carol jumped out the passenger door and started yelling at him to stop.

I recognised the car then. It was the one that Carol had been dropped of at work in the previous night.

I tried telling him I didn’t know what he was talking about, that I didn’t even like Carol and it was she who had kissed me. The boyfriend wasn’t having any of it though and told me he was about to beat me into a pulp there and then.

Ah well.

I closed my eyes and gave my self up to the fate that awaited me when I heard a strange noise. It sounded like a hollow plastic object slamming into bone. When I felt the grip around my neck grow slack I and put my feet back on the floor and opened my eyes.

I looked at the big man. He had a painful but confused expression on his face and was looking down at a red plastic thing on the floor. He didn’t know what it was but I recognised it and looked up just in time to see a second and third red radical fish juggling club fall out of the sky and hit him on the head, knocking him unconscious and onto to the pavement.

I took Carol into my house, upstairs and into my bedroom. While we made sweet and passionate love, a small bird flew out of the window and into the wide world beyond.

Ah well. I wonder if there’s anything interesting to read on rec.juggling