I wish to go amongst my subjects dressed as they dress so I can gather their true thoughts. Order me the orange turban and the yellow spotted silk suit and I will ride on the least of my elephants. Speak truly, will the disguise pass the eyes of the people?
Random Word: You’re a bindle stiff
It had been a difficult day, the truffle had not tasted as it sounded - bitter rather then smooth. Why was he eating words that were visual, he was a word waffler not an image imbiber. He longed to find Boeuf Bourguignon, which was as solid and satisfying as it sounded.
Random Word: Eating my words
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An avant guarde story describing the 7 ½ minutes Tube journey of 253 characters. Each carriage section has an incident that ripples through the characters thoughts and behaviour revealing connections ended and built on by the crash. Mock adverts and author red-herring comments are between sections reflecting the interactive version.
: Exemplar - Its a keeper for reading again. Rush out and buy copies for friends.
‘Val is nothing but a bully so I say let’s avoid her.’
Kate was prone to taking the moral high ground but the other girls put cake first.
Random Word: Realpolitik
Her destination was a brown eyed handsome man, a man with class, a man who’d knew how to treat a lady right. Or that what’s mama wanted. Mama always wanted the best, her best and you leaned into the wind. It got you through the day. But at night, it weren’t eyes you looked for.
Random Word: Power
‘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
