I originally wrote this a couple of years ago and sent it off to Chapman magazine where it was accepted for publication much to my delight. I was asked to make a few edits which I duly did and then I waited ...and waited ...and waited. To the best of my knowledge Chapman has gone under or at least has gone into an very long period of hiatus. To say I was gutted to have finally gotten something published in what was quite a high profiles literary journal is to put it mildly and I was stuck with a dilemma - hold off from doing anything with the story on the off-chance that the magazine might come calling again or start submitting it to other places?
Anyway, the story remained gathering digital dust on my hard drive. After a while I gave it a bit of an overhaul after I was approached to do a reading at an event called "The Stoney Stramash". I decided that I was going to turn it into a proper performance piece and set about editing together a soundtrack to play while I was reading. It was quite a nerve-wracking experience - I had my iPhone plonked on the lectern in front of me with a timer running as it was crucial that I read at exactly the right speed in order to match up with the sound effects. Given the nature of the story, the end result made quite an impact and I promised myself that I'd get around to making a recording for posterity at some point.
So here now is the story. It is called "Chickens" - inspired by Malcolm X's famous response to the JFK assassination about chickens coming home to roost. Be warned that the content of the story is liable to shock and or offend some people.