Nonsense

[lobelia321]

See Billy.

See Billy run.

See Billy run up the hill and down the dale.

Also round the corner, across the road, through the red light, past a chimney sweep, over the rainbow, into the void, betwixt and between, all the way to Halloween.

Now move your eyes sideways. Whom do you see here?

This is Jed.

Jed is the man. Jed is cool. Jed is also hot. Jed is the dude in black. Jed is as sharp as the edge of an envelope (not for licking!), as hip as a chiropractor's dream, as wicked as seven witches' covens, as lean and mean as a match-making machine.

Go on, then. Roll your eyes. Too many similes? Very well, then. We will slim down our prose. We will speed up our action. Character A will collide with character B, and narrative shall flourish.

Billy.

Run run run.

Jed.

Stand slouch smirk.

Billy. Red light. Honk screech. Soles spitter spatter. Gutter sniped. Corner cut.

*Ow.*

"Watch where you're going, mate. This is a freshly-laundered suit."

"Shit, sorry. Let me help you up."

"Oh, it's you."

Jed looks at Billy. Jed knows Billy. He recognises Billy's face.

Billy looks at Jed. Billy knows Jed. Sort of. For the moment, he pretends to have recognised him. He pulls his face into a smile.

Jed thinks, 'You have a nice smile. But what are you smiling at?'

Okay, okay. Jed doesn't really think that. He's not really thinking anything. He's too cool to be thinking.

"Well," says Billy. "Got to run."

And that is the end of that. The encounter is over, the running is resumed, my tale is told and my full stop placed.

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