The train journey is taking forever; bored, she starts spinning one of her fantasies.
Someone’s holding a gun to her head.
“Kiss either one – you choose.”
She opens her eyes.
Opposite her sits a vicar with a monumental overbite; next to him a fat man, drooling as he dozes.
“Kiss??? You mean properly? Like…tongues and things?”
She looks again. The vicar’s engrossed in his pocket bible; the fat man snoring.
“Too gross, no way.”
The safety catch clicks off.
“Then you all die.”
Eyes still closed, the fat man speaks.
“For chrissakes woman, do something … I think he’s serious.”
I’m hoping that’s a railway station at the bottom of the picture, but in any case, Rochelle exhorts us to write about ‘what we see’, so I have. On this first get-together of the Friday Fictioneers for 2015, can I wish all friends and colleagues a very happy, healthy and successful year. I’m over the moon this morning as I just heard I’ve won another competition, this time in Writing Magazine. I hope I’m not peaking too early… 🙂