The interrogation began.
When Clare had the information she needed, the faces that didn’t fit were taken out.
One motion of the index finger, and those no longer required were ruthlessly eliminated.
She smiled dangerously before unleashing the final question.
“Is yours Theo?”
She never ever lost at Guess Who.
He grasped his shotgun.
Having carefully assessed the situation, he knew that all he could do was make a dash for it; all guns blazing, for death or glory.
He tore out of the bunker, firing wildly before...
“Jamie! Your tea’s ready!”
He paused his X-box, and left the room.
“Would you like to sit down?” offered a man, on a busy train.
The woman responded with a tirade of unwarranted abuse.
Apparently, he had affronted her warped version of feminism.
Most eloquently, he responded: “Madam, I didn’t offer because you are a lady, but because I am a gentleman.”
