I took a pile of books to my local Oxfam bookshop recently and, in a fit of counter-productivenesss, for every 10 books I donated I bought a couple of replacements.
Amongst the books I bought were some Penguin’s from the 1940’s/50’s and are true pulp fiction – the literary equivelant of a film noir.
I’d love to be able to write something more creative than a staff appraisal casting the subordinate in a surprisingly positive light, so I thought I’d suggest the old GCE English Literature, wet playtime game we used to play a couple of decades ago, but without such a draconian set of rules or Mr Harrison going on about how things weren’t as good as twonce they were..
Anyhow, in the style of a bad thriller novel, I thought I’d suggest we all take a few sentences or a paragraph each to see what we turn up..
So I’ll start then you lot take over!
The wind blew in from all directions. He pulled his coat-collar up, took a drag from the cigarette he’d just lit and marched across the court-yard. His faithful spaniel scampering ahead,he disappeared into the night. Things would never be the same again…
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