marlinhoister
The cannon roared on either side of the valley. The Light Brigade rode down between the two. It was suicidal but none of them knew.
The typewriter sat on the table. Thebribbon of White paper waited. A rainbow of words stirred and the rain fell.
The woman on the bus shuffled noisily into the seat next to me and wrapped the boa round her neck.
I was wrong to argue with you. I knew it from the moment you started to speak. But I couldn't help myself even though I knew I would regret it later.