Hello and welcome to my next story. I have decided to take a break from Memoris of a Slovak and try something a bit closer to home.
I plan on using new techniques and a different writing style. There is no guarantee of a happy ending in this story, which will be made clear in time.
Introduction
The soft engine of the BMW 3 series purred as he drove past the Tyne Wear Bridge, he admired it for a second before focusing back on the road ahead.
It was 8:22AM on a damp and drizzly Sunday morning in January, as he drove to his destination he listened to Talk Sport and laughed as Ian Wright joked about yesterday’s football results.
* * *
As he arrived at his destination, the rain fell deeper. He sighed. Looking at the sign on the building ‘Gateshead Community Centre’ he grabbed his umbrella and headed inside.
As he entered and shook his umbrella, relieving it of any outstanding water, the cleaner drew him a nasty look of disgust. Apparently she had just cleaned up.
Grabbing her mop and bucket she approached and offered a towel, Nodded and started dabbing the mop into the green looking water. This was clearly a sign to get out of her way.
‘Es down the hall’ she yelled. Clearly not a football fan, It’s not often anyone talks down to him, apart from the wife and his late mother of course.
‘MAN GE ‘ The sign on the door clearly has not been replaced in a while, once more he drew a deep sigh as he prepared for what was to come.
I plan on using new techniques and a different writing style. There is no guarantee of a happy ending in this story, which will be made clear in time.
Introduction
The soft engine of the BMW 3 series purred as he drove past the Tyne Wear Bridge, he admired it for a second before focusing back on the road ahead.
It was 8:22AM on a damp and drizzly Sunday morning in January, as he drove to his destination he listened to Talk Sport and laughed as Ian Wright joked about yesterday’s football results.
* * *
As he arrived at his destination, the rain fell deeper. He sighed. Looking at the sign on the building ‘Gateshead Community Centre’ he grabbed his umbrella and headed inside.
As he entered and shook his umbrella, relieving it of any outstanding water, the cleaner drew him a nasty look of disgust. Apparently she had just cleaned up.
Grabbing her mop and bucket she approached and offered a towel, Nodded and started dabbing the mop into the green looking water. This was clearly a sign to get out of her way.
‘Es down the hall’ she yelled. Clearly not a football fan, It’s not often anyone talks down to him, apart from the wife and his late mother of course.
‘MAN GE ‘ The sign on the door clearly has not been replaced in a while, once more he drew a deep sigh as he prepared for what was to come.
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