an interesting box of books
Got a child in your life?

A lady introduces herself to me.

Asks me if I am the owner. Tells me she likes our t-shirts.

Tells me that she wants to discuss something with me.

I adopt the *crash position* for yet another self-published something. But no.

I've been working on a project, she tells me. I've been fucking up books. Really fucking them up, she says.

Ripping them apart and fucking them up good and proper.

Have you? I say.

I have, she says enthusiastically. Really ripping them apart.

But tell me, she adds, does that sound like something you might be interested in?

Very possibly, I say.

This is excellent news, she tells me. Really excellent news.

There is a twinkle in her eye.

I consider the Waitrose trail mix that I have been eating at the till, and wonder if perhaps it has some unadvertised halucinogenic properties.

 

Comments

Helen

Sounds like a veiled threat from a mobster...

John V. Keogh

What happened next!? (nibbling Sainsbury's rice crackers)

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