"Hello" He said. "Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Yes" I replied hurredly, even though this wasn't true.
"I'm not surprised you're very pretty" He lamented.
"Oh well" I said.
"It's a shame you have a boyfriend. If you didn't I would have to take you on a date"
"Ok bye" Said I.
"Such beautiful eyes" He whispered with a dying fall.
He was a tramp.
1 comment:
Ahhh, Ms Intern (paid or destitute)
I have accidentally come across your blog, and I am in thrall with your wonderful, whimsical and evocative writing. I have spent these many years teaching both visual art and imaginative writing, and the question I most often hear is "Where do you get your ideas?" Your snippets and bits of observation, dialogue and imagery are an absolute delight and a treasury of carefully mined enlightenments. Have you given any thought to publishing them, and perhaps selling them in partnership with the London transportation system
(Transit Entrancements?).
I shall return, spoke he. Bob
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