Serial Surreal

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Serial Surreal

by alecweston ^Pro @ 2006-09-23 – 22:35:30

This, allegedly bedtime, story began in the Comments on my post Dead Tired/Silly Story yesterday. You're welcome to help it build into something truly epic...

alec weston:
A couple in their forties are sitting on the deck of a cruise ship and....

welshceltgirl [Member]
22/09/06 @ 23:08:
...they gaze around them across the dock they can see other equally rusty liners, a soft drizzle is falling....

alecweston
22/09/06 @ 23:33:
...creating a rainbow, moments before the sun sets. They can hear music and laughter from the party on the deck below.

"We never talk," she says.

He doesn't...

msfullphat 23/09/06 @ 18:19:
have a clue who is she is. He looks behind him to see who's she talking to...and the large white rabbit says "...

alecweston 23/09/06 @ 21:00:
"You can by me from Carphone Warehouse and PC World." It's a new speech-implemented mobile/MP3 player/heart monitor from Toshiba. He fondles the Rabbit for a moment, longingly.

The woman is still talking to no one in particular. Her mouth is...
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- welshceltgirl
- 2006-09-23 @ 22:37:38
bearing down on a large torpedo shaped..
- - alecweston ^Pro
  - 2006-09-23 @ 23:13:01
  onion. "Isn't that going to taste bitter?" he asked.
  
  "Only if..."
  - - welshceltgirl
    - 2006-09-23 @ 23:17:31
    we've run out of demerara"
    "oh my God" he lamented
    "I gave the last of it to those Russian girls when they came over to ...."
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- Znethru ^Pro
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- 2006-09-23 @ 23:12:55
...baked banana soufflé. "Where is our next destination? I need to buy a new hat."
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- trolly ^Pro
- 2006-09-24 @ 09:56:11
'Cairo' she replied

'Cairo, Egypt?' he replied, incredulous.

'No, you daft, ayputh, Caerau, Cardiff!'

and then added, 'whatdaythink I'm made of? Money?'

he shook his head slowly, shrugged, 'whatever', he thought, 'whatever...'
- - alecweston ^Pro
  - 2006-09-24 @ 10:58:35
  In his youth, no one said "Whatever" without finishing a sentence, but he was proud he kept up with modern usage. Penelope, a Professor of Welsh Literature, despised him for that. Left to his own devices, Geoffrey knew...
  - - trolly ^Pro
    - 2006-09-24 @ 11:06:29
    that is loose language would get him into hot water; he was after all desirous of Prof Penelope [no he wouldn't, couldn't use the word love] and coveted her soft bosom like a child.
    
    just thinking of her made him breathless...
    - - alecweston ^Pro
      - 2006-09-24 @ 17:18:59
      but unfortunately impotent as well. He wanted to quote some poetry, something romantic, something relevant, something soothing. But all he could think of was a verse he'd learnt at school, probably innacurately:
      ...
      - trolly ^Pro
        
        2006-09-24 @ 19:07:24
        
        aristotle, aristotle
        
        was a bugger
        
        for the bottle.
        
        he wheezed, his breathlessness getting worse. christ, he thought, i need to see a doctor quick....
        
        but, here? at sea? adrift...?
        
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- msfullphat
- 2006-09-25 @ 09:15:24
" Oh there you are darling! " Isobel, with surprising ease for a woman approaching 70, leant down and kissed Pen tenderly on the lips.

" Fuck of Geoffrey and get those batteries recharged" she added without bothering to look up at the man she had paid to serve them for the last 23 years.

She slipped into the deck chair he vacated with such alacrity, her nylon clad thigh brushed his.

He felt the bile rise in his throat and, after a momentary pause to pick up the rabbit that had just whistled past his head and clattered to floor a few paces in front of him, fucked off as requested.

"Penny, penny, pen?" Professor Isobel Pentwhistle was asleep and snoring before the question she was forming could squeeze from between her lips.

Pen gathered the light softeness of her raw silk wrapper around her and....
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- msfullphat
- 2006-09-26 @ 00:08:08
headed swiftly below deack to where earlier wh ahd heard sweet music emanating. Slipping bewteen floors, she found herself quickly entering the ships crews quarters...

"Stan..?" she whispered....
- - alecweston ^Pro
  - 2006-09-27 @ 21:12:28
  "I want a divorce"
  
  STORY ENDS (:
  
  Thanks to all participants.
  
  Another story will start soon.....
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