{"id":346,"date":"2011-08-13T11:00:00","date_gmt":"2011-08-13T11:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=346"},"modified":"2011-08-13T11:00:00","modified_gmt":"2011-08-13T11:00:00","slug":"jonathan-d-rodgers-acorn","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/jonathan-d-rodgers-acorn\/","title":{"rendered":"Jonathan D Rodgers' 'Acorn'"},"content":{"rendered":"

Acorn <\/span>
 <\/span>
\u201cI\u2019m leaving you.\u201d <\/span>
Dirk sighed and blasted Candy <\/span>
through the bedroom window. <\/span>
 <\/span>
An under-reaction perhaps, <\/span>
but there\u2019d been Cherry all along  <\/span>
until  <\/span>
of-course <\/span>
they\u2019d tickled her tonsils  <\/span>
with the barrel of a Kalashnikov. <\/span>
 <\/span>
Now both the Jugsworth twins were dead <\/span>
but they hadn\u2019t got to him.  <\/span>
No sir. <\/span>
 <\/span>
Street-level screams  <\/span>
followed the thump, as usual, <\/span>
and Dirk launched himself through  <\/span>
the remaining shards, <\/span>
a  <\/span>
          four <\/span>
story  <\/span>
fall,  <\/span>
 <\/span>
tuck and roll  <\/span>
onto the next sky scraper, <\/span>
the chopper looming up ahead like a hangover. <\/span>
 <\/span>
As 12.7\u00d7108mm bullets  <\/span>
ploughed up the rooftop <\/span>
Dirk thought about his careers\u2019 adviser.  <\/span>
 <\/span>


*Jonathan D. Rodgers <\/span>is a writer of poetry and short fiction from the Northwest.  <\/span><\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Acorn  \u201cI\u2019m leaving you.\u201d Dirk sighed and blasted Candy through the bedroom window.  An under-reaction perhaps, but there\u2019d been Cherry all along  until  of-course they\u2019d tickled her tonsils  with the barrel of a Kalashnikov.  Now both the Jugsworth twins were dead but they hadn\u2019t got to him.  No sir.  Street-level screams  followed the thump, as […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-346","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/346","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=346"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/346\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=346"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=346"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=346"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}