A day late, but here I am with this week’s offering:
He tapped his foot with impatience.
Where were they?
‘Line the streets’ had been their brief.
‘Be alert at all times. Expect the unexpected’.
The entire division had turned out and for what?
That bloody idiot with the camera was getting well on his nerves, and he felt like taking a pot shot at him just for the hell of it to relieve the monotony.
He heard the rumble of a motorbike in the distance.
The motorcade was on its way with its precious cargo.
The pizza delivery guy appeared on the horizon and cut his engine.