Mid-October, 1955 Alfie Saunders reached across the small restaurant table and let his hand linger on top of Brian Epstein’s long fingers. Brian smiled at his friend briefly, then withdrew his hand and slipped it into his lap. “You needn’t do that,” Alfie whispered. “Nobody can see us.” “Yes they can,” Brian whispered back. “They …
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Ringo lifted his right hand to rap on the door, then hesitated. He held it in front of his face for a few seconds and examined it in the warm golden light of the sunset. His favorite sapphire ring was so tight on his pinkie finger that it practically cut off his circulation. But he …
Dramatis Personae: JOHN, PAUL, GEORGE, RINGO, MACBETH, THREE APPARITIONS, TIM Setting: A small cave in a remote Scottish mountainside. Sometime in the early Middle Ages. Shortly before tea time. Enter Ringo and Paul. RINGO: Are you sure this is the right place? It doesn’t look like The Cavern to me. PAUL: (Folding up his map …
One morning, as Paul McCartney was waking up from an anxious dream, he discovered that he had been changed overnight into a human-sized beetle. He lay on his armor-hard back and saw, as he lifted his head a little, his black, arched abdomen divided up into ridged bow-like sections. His six legs, pitifully thin in …
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A low rumble of thunder reverberated through the closed windows of the silver Bentley. Ringo cast an anxious glance at the ominous grey sky through the car’s front windshield. “Please tell me we’re almost there,” he begged his estate agent, Rowena Montresor. “Almost,” she assured him. She lifted her left hand off the steering wheel …
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“Damn, it’s dark,” cursed Neil Aspinall as he maneuvered his van around a tight turn on the deserted road. “So what?” replied John. “There’s nothing to see for miles on either side of the road but moors.” “It was rather pretty driving out here,” Ringo called up from the back seat of the van. “All …
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Ringo leaned against the grimy brick wall and stared longingly at the peddler’s cart. He hadn’t eaten a thing since he’d run away from the workhouse the previous afternoon, and he was starving. Last night he’d been too terrified to even think about food. Curled up in the cramped, smelly doorway of an abandoned flophouse …
Crowley cleared his throat with a loud cough. Aziraphale looked up from his work and smiled. “Dear boy, welcome! I didn’t hear you open the shop door.” “I just stepped inside,” Crowley apologized. “I needed to tell you that…” He looked down at the countertop and lost his train of thought. “Beelzebub’s balls! Either my eyes …
Paul rubbed the palm of his left hand against the floor. It felt cool and slippery, like polished metal. He tried to lower his right hand to the hard surface he was lying on, but it was pinned to his chest, his fingers clutching the fabric of his fine linen shirt. Breathe, he urged himself. …
“Yes, that’s my handwriting,” Paul stated succinctly. He scrutinized the sheet of paper bearing an incomplete, hand-written lyric to Mother Nature’s Son and frowned. “But this is a very early version of the song. I changed most of these lines by the time I recorded the demo at George’s house, and some of the chords …
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