This challenge is produced by GirlieOnTheEdge with the following simple rules:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word – TERM
Click here to hear the author read his words:
Now I understand why people murder children, I say to my grandson.
We are lunching on chicken and bacon sandwiches, scones and soft drinks in Glasgow’s magnificent Riverside Museum, aka the Museum of Transport, situated at the confluence of the rivers Clyde and Kelvin, and home to an astonishing collection of trains and boats and planes, also bicycles, motor bikes and motor cars, carts, buses and trams, and any other contraption that can be used to carry people, animals or stuff from one place to another (including the world’s oldest bicycle, built by Gavin Dalzell in 1846, which is, somewhat bizarrely, made of wood).
Just outwith our line of sight but, unfortunately, on the edge of our hearing, we suffer the repeated beep-beep-beep-beep of a pedestrian crossing, followed by a conversation between a little girl, whose piercing voice carries clearly, and an adult who we guess is a Lollipop Lady, but whose words are almost inaudible.
We determine that the scene is played at the press of a button and, given that there are around 17,000 schoolchildren (mid-term, I guess) behaving pretty much as one might expect a vast number of savage Scottish schoolchildren to behave in a gigantic structure full of thingys that excite their fertile imaginations, said button has just been pressed for the 1,314th (great number for those who know Scottish history) time.
The aforementioned, and increasingly annoying given the younger participant’s chalk on blackboard voice, conversation goes Hello (mumble mumble) Yes, please (mumble mumble) Sorry (mumble mumble) Thank you (mumble mumble) Bye-ee, leading us to speculate on the ‘Sorry’ while waiting cross-fingered in hope for the screech of brakes and a loud thwump.
Now I understand why people murder children, I say to my grandson, a peace-loving young hooligan, who grins, nods, and hands me, in lieu of anything more lethal, the small plastic knife he has just used to spread strawberry jam on his scone.
*** An Apology:
The discerning visitor might have noticed that this week’s photo and story are both situated in Glasgow, Bonnie Scotland, where I have been for the past week, hence my lack of participation in last week’s SSS.
So, my apologies to the fine writers who grace this challenge; I will endeavour to do better.
But probably not this week.