Paragraph 612

Guilt weighed heavily on his shoulders. He wasn't even sure why. He'd done nothing wrong. Yet seeing the police troop through the train like that made him ill at ease. He began to grow fidgety, as the sound of mayhem from the neighbouring carriage reached his ears. It seemed as if the police were trying to disarm someone. Matt was caught between curiosity and the need to stay out of things. He was on his way to the coast for a well-earned holiday and the chance to engage in some racy stuff on the side. Every now and then he leant over into the aisle to try to catch a glimpse of whatever was going on. He didn't want to be seen. He checked his watch. Just 45 minutes separated him from freedom. Just as long as he could get out of the train without being seen. He knew full well, his colleagues would take the greatest pleasure in commandeering him - emergency measure paragraph 612. That would be the end of his dream holiday.


tickles at the mind to know more.

9 September 2009 at 21:54  

sneaky holiday?

9 September 2009 at 23:48  

leaves me wanting more! A mystery is afoot

10 September 2009 at 00:23  

What happens next?

time runs out on me

10 September 2009 at 02:24  

Good ol' leaving work early. Wish I could do that right now... sigh... only another week to go before I fly home.
Great writing. Definitely tickles the imagination.


10 September 2009 at 07:54  

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