‘What you mean you can’t push it back,’ Jack said, with a nostril tremble that spelt trouble.
‘Yes Sir, it’s a pre-reclined seat.’
‘Well young lady, you can pre-call the captain now,’ said Jack, as he got up, turned round and kicked the seat backwards. ‘I kinda like them post-inclined.’
Sir…Captain!
Random Word:Pre-reclined
He had killed for stripes, not regular killing but the “dropped gun” kind. After the promotion, the whisper was don’t mess with this guy.
Random Word: A sergeant's chevrons
‘I like big cars, not these wannabes looking like you've brought it for your kiddie to play with. Its like your men, you want them with a bit of oomph, and not have to worry about explaining that size isn't everything. I know which I’d want on a dark night.’
Random Word: Dream Car
It was never the weight that mattered to him. This he had accepted over the years but losing his reputation as a ladies man had been hard.
Random Word: Old Man of the Sea
The murder was under the Hawthorn, its flower white as her bridal dress. She hung there until, in pity, buried. A pity, she spared her groom.
Random Word: Flowering Hawthorn
I stare and sigh, is this a sonnet form?
It has some rhymes as does a sonnet form.
Yet dull you say, so different than the norm.
My poem has an iambic rhythm, right?
A sonnet is so regular like it, right?
Does silence tell me you think erudite shite?
I like to think it has emotion too.
A summer's day, it ain't but passion too
of sorts, within a line or two, I argue.
You see the form must grow to live and shock.
Shakespeare so loved, what Petrarch found a shock
and so must you, although you think it's a crock.
And yet I have my doubts, my dreams and fears,
of sonnets lacking love or even tears.
Random Word: The Goddess
‘Stop it. I didn't like it as a kid, and I don’t like it now. You think, tousle my hair and air punch my shoulder and we'll be cool. Well we won't. I used to send you pictures asking to be remembered. Now I just burn yours. Just go, dad.’
Random Word: Tousled hair
