Friday Fictioneers brings together writers from all over the world. Thanks once again to Rochelle for her efforts.
And even if you are it might well still be lost on you. (I’ve had a long day 😦 )
“Dirty-British-coaster-with-a-salt-caked-smoke-stack” exploded old Rufus, spraying his fellow passenger’s laptop generously with spittle.
Alarmed, the man moved down the ferry.
Rufus smiled, about to spread himself out across two seats until a bespectacled student slipped into the newly-vacated space.
“Butting-through-the channel-in-the-mad-March-days…” continued Rufus with vigorous elbow thrusts, soon despatching the student to the outer deck.
Almost immediately an elderly lady plumped herself down.
“With a cargo of Tyne c…”
Rufus fell silent as a wrinkled hand squeezed his thigh, perilously close to his crotch.
“A soul mate,” she purred. “My turn now… let me see…By the shores of Gitchee Gumee, by the shining Big Sea Water….”