Purple Prose
We’ve just started a new contract for a new client.
Already burdened with laptop, moby, samples, tennis kit and 2 liters of Coke, I grabbed a small notebook to take with me. Not used for ages (until this morning), it fell open at this bit of purple prose:
Early for lunch, I killed an hour reading in
I closed my eyes and heard birdsong, the distant thud of kicked footballs, the tap tap tap and quiet panting of joggers.
I opened them to perfect azure clarity and jets looking like scale models hanging overhead.
So idyllic, I didn’t want to leave and sit in a dark restaurant for a couple of hours.
Hummmmmm well it’s sort of OK, but it’s probably for the best that I never managed to finish that novel started in the 1990s.
1 Comments:
"...but it’s probably for the best that I never managed to finish that novel started in the 1990s."
No it isn't, you dumb ass! Finish it!
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