I’ve just spent a fruitful hour or so in the local coffee shop writing some 140 character stories – I though that I would share them with you.
Magic beans seemed like a good deal at the time. After all Daisy was getting on a bit. But having ate them he felt sick rather than high.
He was safe in the confessional box. He told the young priest everything. He absolved him of his sins. A clean slate, time to start again.
Eating an apple in exchange for all that Eve offered seemed like a good idea at the time. With hindsight, should he have asked for more?
Old age. Wrinkles. Hair loss. Memory fading. But also time to sit serenely in the coffee shop and watch the stressful young age prematurely.
He only went to watch. Then the army turned on the protesters. He was about to run when the bullet hit him. His photo now inspires others.