If Paula and Anne aren’t there to protect me from the bullies, clavering is my only defence. Last week I couldn’t stand the harassment any longer and I begged John for some leave. The prick said I could have two weeks off only if I answered all questions from the media and parliament for the next two days. I’ll smile and apologise for my attitude but no way will I admit to doing anything wrong.
And to think it started over an innocent cup of tea on my way to the Shanghai airport!
For 100 consecutive days I will write and post a short story (about 100 words) incorporating a randomly selected word from Afterliff: A new dictionary of things there should be words for.
clavering ptcpl. v.
Pretending to text when alone and feeling vulnerable in public.
A snack that claims to be healthy, made of honey, twigs and gravel.