Boot Camp June Flash Blast.
Prompt Set 33. June 16th, 11:12
Tick - Nothing Happens, Nothing Happens, Nothing Happens - Tock.
A plane, a sliver of silver, dropping through clouds
Underfoot and the smell of pine so strong
A spinster in Leamington Spa
Someone comes in, pushing a trolley
Running into the sea
No one disappears in July
A khaki nation full of muffled drums
I am collecting sexual misdemeanours of all kinds
Lie still and be overcome by snails
Trains with strapped windows, small found bulbs
the delirious smell of old, old dust, and blinds against the corridor
Sleep in your cellars
Dancing on the greenhouse roof
I only know small sad songs
When she is thinking of him she twirls her hair and fancies a cigarette
I knew a woman once, but not her name
Do you have any spare wives?
The moments between gaggle and skein
I think of those who strive to be invisible
A red indian, a black-mama, a Sikh with a sword
The dirtiest garage in the world
What the camera catches, who
I would like whiter teeth, a straighter back and more time
Winning is easier. The skill is losing well.