Tuesday 24 February 2015

WB - 6. Chosen words. “Gate, purple, saucepan, phobia and ice.”

She urged Phobia forward towards the gate. He jumped and soared over it with ease, Mozart’s musical joke in her ears. They landed with a momentary slide on a patch of ice. A steward saw the slip and hurried over with a saucepan of hot water to melt away the hazard.


Please excuse the purple prose.

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