It was the merry month of May
along a lonely country lane
that he did spy
her breasts so soft
She smiled, he thought,
so rushed across,
his weapon to hand,
least it be wanted.
So did not see the scythe
Until she sliced,
he screamed,
and woke,
he hoped.
Random Word: Attention
Al finally admitted his gambling problem when the plane engine caught fire and he texted his bookie for the best long odds on surviving.
Random Word: Croupier
Epistolary biography with strong depiction of her comedy roots. Puzzling thankful account of Lenny( Marriage ends months later-hmm.) But powerful accounts of two fathers tragic deaths – her own and a boyfriend’s. Also interesting was reading the sheer haphazardness of her career start and the direction it could have gone.
: Good - read it again and loan it out or give to friends when shelves full.
‘I’m sorry but it’s too representational.’ The cloud scene had bothered him all morning. ‘I wanted authenticity.’
The artist glared, and then went to the Director’s car, which he smashed through the wall, creating a sky view. Staggering out, he said, ‘I’m calling it Cloudburst, is that bloody authentic enough.’
Random Word: Director
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Al was on holiday and bored so an old man shouting in real time, 'Christ was the saviour,' was an earthsave. He cast Pel, his best cyber friend, 'It was like he talked Martian.'
Pel, in his second year of Solar Languages, laughed and said, 'No, he's talking archaic Amerikon.
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I watched him wake up - the anger in the cover thrown back, and the stabbing hand trying to find spectacles - before he even spoke.
‘You again?’
‘Your family are waiting for you.‘
‘Baloney, they’re a bunch of losers.’
I rested my scythe on the bed and sat down. The morning ritual had begun.
Random word: awake
