Joe Stockley was in an expensive sports car and deep trouble. This time, he had really let his mouth and his exotic foreign lover run away with him and it was getting beyond a joke and his immediate circle of friends in the form of rumours and speculation.
As he ran a red light, the conversation back in his mind and away from his troubles, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of rising panic and the soft matte finish of his hand-stitched leather steering wheel. Angelica had been absolutely right and his wife for fifteen years, so why was he running scared, these kind of risks and this deadly gauntlet of illicit entanglements?
There really are so many literary devices that should only be used very sparingly.
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ReplyDeleteThis is one of my all-time favourite entries. I was hoping for some new material on the old motif, I didn't recognise any of the previous reruns. This one, however, no, I knew this one ;-)
ReplyDeletehaha, this was one of my favorites as well :) I remember that you posted it right after we had a class on syllepsis (among other things) in my writing program. I showed it to my prof and she loved it as well
ReplyDeleteThis is awesome and fairly hard to read. At least you know where the syllepsis is and like eating tacos.
ReplyDeleteOMG i just found this site it is awesome! I can't stop laughing.
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