Come fly with me

TheCreepI was on the train to court today haggling over the details of a claim with TheCreep who was my opponent and had come and plonked himself down at my table. Except haggling is putting it politely. Getting harangued by him would be more accurate. Then, just as we went over a large bridge, a child who was staring out of the window shouted:  “Mummy, we’re flying.”

Conversations actually stopped. Even TheCreep hesitated and for that moment the whole carriage really was flying. Away from their present cares and worries as their minds were thrown back to an innocent past where lawyers didn’t exist and witches, wizards and warlocks ruled the roost.

A fleeting moment of hope before it all started up once again.

October 6, 2015 · Tim Kevan · Comments Closed
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