I (sometimes) call myself Mr. Pondersome. I'm a rather wordy, weirdy person. I say hullo a lot. I write a lot more. While you're here, why not give some of it a read?

Friday 25 January 2013

Hunger (a.k.a. Sweets, Sewage and Lots of Verbs)

He's running and running and running and running and walking and jogging and sprinting and running and running and running and rushing and rushing and running and running and running and running and limping and running and limping and stopping outside a confectionary store.


He enters, approaches the pick and mix table. He grabs two scoops: digs one into gummy eggs, the other into cola cubes.


He's eating and eating and eating and eating and scoffing and snorting and eating and eating and chewing and eating and eating and chomping and eating and eating and biting and eating and nibbling and eating and chewing and stopping as an assistant presses his elbow.


He steps outside, finds a man-hole. He flees through the sewers.

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