a day shift as Blockbusters
and could still feel residue boredom rattling around inside me
He held up his lightless mobile as evidence [s]to this fact[/s].
Into my pocket I reached, and over to the stranger I handed my phone.
‘That is great.’
and could still feel residue boredom rattling around inside me
quite possible in the form of projectile vomit, actually.
My initial thought was that this was some ploy to steal my phone: as in, I would hand it to him, and then he’d cunningly run off with it.
That is great.’