Benny Bunter
Well-known member
Was just thinking of sanitising my keyboard today funnily enough, it's disgusting, full of crumbs and greasy smudges.
He felt hollow inside. He drew a decision-tree.
He sanitised his keyboard. He dared to speak its name.
It was a break with the past. He'd had a few viewers.
They'd kept their opinions to themselves. He'd said
help yourselves to grapes. It had been
a bold move. It was a de-facto partition.
It was just what the region needed. It would give
confidence to consumers. It would encourage investment.
They would have to park it here.
It was twilight. The bats gathered, catching insects
bewitched by the lamp. Struck by the beam of it.
It was a pounding at the door.
It was the grove of cypress. He placed it at her disposal.
She was a wonderful ambassador for the brand. He
appreciated the support she'd given him, personally.
If there was anything else he could do.
Dinner had been an event. He could see that now,
in retrospect. They had served woodcock. They
had drunk a functional Chablis and a centre-
piece Bordeaux.