Once again it’s time for Friday Fictioneers. I’d spent half an hour reflecting on the size and contours of this guard’s backside before I realised what I was seeing. Duh! 🙂
The worst thing, Sergeant Riley said, was when your mascara runs into your eyes.
Corporal Miller disagreed. It’s when you desperately need the bathroom, and there’s still an hour of your shift left.
Lieutenant Jones knew a woman who’d barfed at the very same moment that the Prime Minister’s car passed by, whilst Major Barton had once spent two hours with a wasp beneath her uniform.
But Trooper Amelia Randall knew they were all wrong.
The worst thing was watching the man whose bed you’d left only four hours earlier standing in the square, snogging the face off your sister.