We need to talk

Rachael was having a serious conversation with her boyfriend.

“I feel that our whole relationship has reached a crossroads,” she said, specifying that they had the option of a (metaphorical) left or right turn.

The boyfriend took his time considering this, before replying: “That’s not a crossroad, it’s a T-Junction.”  

Authorial intent

The students were meeting the author.

Finally, they’d get the chance to ask him about the infamous foetus metaphor; the one their teacher had talked about at such length.

Giles asked him, outlining a few of the possibilities they’d discussed.

The author stared blankly.

“I just thought it sounded good.”

Sometimes it’s hard to think of good titles

In truth, she had wanted him out for some time.

She’d always known that the initial arrangement wouldn’t last, but now the time to end it had come, it was far more painful than she’d imagined.

Determinedly, though, she was going through with it.

That evening, her son was born.

Homage to TMA2

After his surgery, Geoff was absolutely fine.

However, it was standard practice to keep such patients in overnight for observation.

Worried that her granddad would get bored, Sarah lent him Little Women; her favourite book.

That night, Geoff slipped into a coma.

The book was found open on page 4.

Sp.

His teacher had tolled hymn that if he did knot listen, his mini sagas wood bee paw.

“Yew knead two concentrate inn my lessen about homophones!” she sed.

Butt he didn’t.

Sew when it was thyme four hymn too right a short story, he maid a reel mess of it. 

Time for a snow plough

Gavin looked every inch the great skier.

He was resplendent in his Oakley sunglasses, designer ski-suit, and Dalbello Krypton boots.

Yep, he truly looked like a great skier...which was actually his biggest problem, and made it even more embarrassing when he fell over seven seconds after getting onto the slope.

FRZ TCJM

Rowan badly needed some Es.

He looked round the room for a likely supplier.

“Mary, you got any Es?” he whispered urgently.

“I need them all myself.” She replied. “You know how I feel about dealing, anyway.”

Rowan looked at his tiles again. This game of Scrabble was going terribly.