Some talking head bleating on about another war. At least it wasn’t sports night
T Thorn Coyle, Alighting on His Shoulders: Ten Tales From Sideways World [Amazon]
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Consider also:
- “Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later, her war, her taking on a symbol and a reality that outweighed her. Now my insurance rates will go up, she realized as she climbed from her car. In this world you pay for tilting with evil in cold, hard cash.”
- “Glancing up at the sky, he nods goodbye to a silver sliver of moonlight and steps into the alleyway.”
- She had just, through dwelling on the shite of modern life, taken her seat in the waiting room for death. She spat on the ground and swore under her breath.
- RIDE
- “One could go on for hours describing the fatuity of the movie men. It is not that their ideas are necessarily wrong in themselves, but that they are inappropriate–and in bad taste. They forget that the author has thought out all his contrasts and values, and even a better author could not alter them without destroying them utterly.”