Spring

Section 28 and somebody’s late…

“Sunday morning was beautiful. After a breakfast of croissants and coffee, outside on his worn and patchy decking, tamed and mollified by the sun, Vernon prepared to meet his maker. He lowered the canvas roof by hand, since the automated mechanism no longer worked, and spent a few precious moments finding his shades. The blue East Anglian sky chimed with the car’s metallic indigo; his mood was anything but blue. It felt good to be alive.

Spring had sprung

Spring had sprung

The Nonsense-Filter: does it just eradicate nonsense or can it do more?

The Nonsense-Filter: does it just eradicate nonsense or can it do more?

The short journey to church took him through the village and for a short spell through open country. Vernon never failed to be entranced by Spring and its optimistic newness; vivid, riotously green leaves, sugar coated blossoms and the sounds of birds that could be discerned above the sound of the car, marvellous…”

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