Here Be The Monsters

A short story whose last line is ‘I can’t get that monster out of my mind’

One day a posh Roller turns up at my service station on Bodmin Moor and a huge bonnet,’ he says. ‘Can you fix it?’ Sensing an easy profit, I poke around in the engine, then frown and say, ‘I can, but it’ll cost you an arm and a leg, I’m afraid, as I’ll have to whip everything out.’

Months later, with stomach pains, I land up in hospital and immediately recognise the monstrous figure looming over me. After he’s poked around he said, It’ll cost you and arm and a leg, I’m afraid, as I’ll have to whip everything out.’ Many years on, try as I might, I can’t get that monster out of my mind.