|On 25/07/2017 at 22:55:29: [[ Written whilst in a queue, onna phone. ]]|
Attempt N at mobile productivity of words.
They stood in the queue. Bags of fresh literature in their arms, they waited.
They had waited years for this moment. Years to meet the creator of their theoretical hero, the guide of 500-page adventures, through foreign lands, exotic tongues, trials and tribulations, they waited patiently for their turn.
The desk beckoned. The author looked up. All planned questions went from their minds, like some mental vacuum cleaner, leaving the single sentence:
"WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING OF WITH CHAPTER 47?"
(c) engfeh, 2017