gauchecritic
When there are grey skies
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Still writing my Valentines effort, yes I know the deadline is today, but I need some one to read this part and tell me if it needs more explanation. Do you have to work too hard to work out what's going on or will you just backclick?
On leaving the café to return to Mr. Schwenkel’s the feeling of dread that Ollie was expecting failed to materialise. She realised too that she hadn’t followed her normal ritual of smoking at least two cigarettes with her mug of tea.
Maybe I don’t need to do this. As she reached for the packet of cigarettes in her breast pocket she thought Maybe I need to do this as much as everybody says.
Sam and Judy both watched with admiration, Ollie’s almost languorous stride as she strolled across the road towards ‘Killswitch’s’ .
“Now why d’you think a girl like that needs the services of Killswitch?” Sam asked no one in particular. “Ah.” He observed “The weed. The curse of the catering industry.”
Judy forced her attention from the sight of snakeskin boots disappearing into the consulting rooms across the road and asked “Do you smoke Sam?”
“Not a chance honey. Had my killswitch fitted eight years ago, haven’t used it for four.”
Wistfully, Judy whispered “I wish I didn’t have to use mine.”
On leaving the café to return to Mr. Schwenkel’s the feeling of dread that Ollie was expecting failed to materialise. She realised too that she hadn’t followed her normal ritual of smoking at least two cigarettes with her mug of tea.
Maybe I don’t need to do this. As she reached for the packet of cigarettes in her breast pocket she thought Maybe I need to do this as much as everybody says.
Sam and Judy both watched with admiration, Ollie’s almost languorous stride as she strolled across the road towards ‘Killswitch’s’ .
“Now why d’you think a girl like that needs the services of Killswitch?” Sam asked no one in particular. “Ah.” He observed “The weed. The curse of the catering industry.”
Judy forced her attention from the sight of snakeskin boots disappearing into the consulting rooms across the road and asked “Do you smoke Sam?”
“Not a chance honey. Had my killswitch fitted eight years ago, haven’t used it for four.”
Wistfully, Judy whispered “I wish I didn’t have to use mine.”