Sunday, 4 April 2010

Bus XXXVII

All three are sitting across the backseat. Jack is in the middle, visibly depressed. Louisa is drinking cola.

Scott: Can I have a bit?

Louisa: Sure

Louisa passes the bottle to Jack, who passes it to Scott

Scott: Thanks

Louisa: No problem

Scott: Sugar-free? Why not cut my heart out while you’re at it?

Louisa: Believe me, it’s tempting. Do you want some or not?

Scott: Forget it

Scott passes the bottle back to Jack, who this time clings to it with longing

Jack: Does Lizzie smell of flowers, or do flowers smell of Lizzie?

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