Stan Berserkervich Rides Again (Part 7)

A little over two hours later, Stan’s helicopter touched down in Australia’s capital city. He and Belinda exited the aircraft and walked over to where a large man wearing a black suit and dark sunglasses stood by a white Rolls Royce. The man held up his hand toward Belinda and shook his head. “She stays... Continue Reading →

Stan Berserkervich Rides Again (Part 6)

During the limousine ride from the casino back to Stan’s office, Stan tried to prevent Belinda from quitting. “It’s not a big deal,” he said. “Okay, so I went off track a little, sure. The snail thing might not have been my best stuff, but I get that now. We’ll chalk that one up to... Continue Reading →

Stan Berserkervich Rides Again (Part 4)

“Now,” said the woman on stage, as the audience quietened in anticipation, “we have twelve people up here with us, ready to get their vaccine booster and become, once again, fully vaccinated. Thanks to you, Mr Premier, these people will be protected from Covid-19. They will be able to see their children grow up to... Continue Reading →

Stan Berserkervich Rides Again (Part 3)

As the press briefing’s opening song concluded and the audience members took their seats, a woman wearing a lab coat over her dress and a stethoscope around her neck marched onstage and stood at the podium. The lights dimmed. Sweet violins sounded over the loudspeakers, and the woman dressed as a doctor sang Louis Armstrong’s... Continue Reading →

Stan Berserkervich Rides Again (Part 2)

Half an hour later, Stan and Belinda were riding in a stretch limousine to the casino for the daily press briefing. Belinda checked the schedule in her phone, while Stan stared out the window and sighed contentedly. City buildings rushed by. Empty businesses. Empty restaurants. Empty streets. The limo stopped at a red light. There... Continue Reading →

Stan Berserkervich Rides Again (Part 1)

Stanley Berserkervich closed his eyes and breathed deeply. He felt the sweet, warm sunshine upon his face, as though God were descending from heaven to kiss his forehead. “Stan,” he imagined God saying, “I want you to save all the people. They have no hope but you. You are the best state premier in Australia.”... Continue Reading →

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