Sentence The Twohundredandtwentieth
And it was in a cafeteria on the Front at North Berwick, over a steaming saporific pot of Camomile Tea that The Gadfly told his tale, of seeing a car drift off the Edinburgh Biggar road and push through a hedgerow, cross a field of cattle and end nose first in a wild tangle of bushes; as he had been driving in the opposite direction, out of the City, he had parked not quite level with the gap thus created in the hedge, and, still wearing only his pink tutu, scampered down the track formed by the passage of the other car in the direction of it's stop in the clump of bushes, how he had spoken to the injured motorist and, with the man's mobile, summoned assistance; then waited at the roadside; and after the arrival of the team of emergency vehicles, he noticed that the cows had disappeared; and that was when the seemingly imperturbable WPC Isa Urquhart asked him to describe the man: “but you've seen him,” The Gadfly squeaked”; “humour me,” murmured Isa majestiously”; “big,” said Dr Frangible Arbuthnot, “very big, and bloody, but not from the collision, it was a bloody big dunt on the back of his heid,” and Isa noticed him slipping into the vernacular, no doubt occasioned by shock, and she looked him straight in the eye: “there was no man, nor any cows,” the words slipped softly from her lips and and hung in the silence between them as the eyes of Dr Frangible Arbuthnot opened wide, with their turquoise irises, and he seemed to have difficulty in processing the information she had given him, looking rather like the holder of a sinecure on being asked to do some work and finding himself ill-equipped for the task, or a frightened rabbit caught in the twin headlights of Isa's
hypnotic gaze: “but there were cows, and he was, he was there, he could hardly speak or move, “and,” he scrabbled inside his tutu, into the pink pants it was attached to, and pulled out a mobile telephone, “here's his phone,” and slid it across the formica-topped table, though having seen where he had kept it, Isa was reluctant to touch it, and possibly contaminate any prints or DNA evidence it might present and against which she may not be sufficiently inoculated!
And it was in a cafeteria on the Front at North Berwick, over a steaming saporific pot of Camomile Tea that The Gadfly told his tale, of seeing a car drift off the Edinburgh Biggar road and push through a hedgerow, cross a field of cattle and end nose first in a wild tangle of bushes; as he had been driving in the opposite direction, out of the City, he had parked not quite level with the gap thus created in the hedge, and, still wearing only his pink tutu, scampered down the track formed by the passage of the other car in the direction of it's stop in the clump of bushes, how he had spoken to the injured motorist and, with the man's mobile, summoned assistance; then waited at the roadside; and after the arrival of the team of emergency vehicles, he noticed that the cows had disappeared; and that was when the seemingly imperturbable WPC Isa Urquhart asked him to describe the man: “but you've seen him,” The Gadfly squeaked”; “humour me,” murmured Isa majestiously”; “big,” said Dr Frangible Arbuthnot, “very big, and bloody, but not from the collision, it was a bloody big dunt on the back of his heid,” and Isa noticed him slipping into the vernacular, no doubt occasioned by shock, and she looked him straight in the eye: “there was no man, nor any cows,” the words slipped softly from her lips and and hung in the silence between them as the eyes of Dr Frangible Arbuthnot opened wide, with their turquoise irises, and he seemed to have difficulty in processing the information she had given him, looking rather like the holder of a sinecure on being asked to do some work and finding himself ill-equipped for the task, or a frightened rabbit caught in the twin headlights of Isa's
hypnotic gaze: “but there were cows, and he was, he was there, he could hardly speak or move, “and,” he scrabbled inside his tutu, into the pink pants it was attached to, and pulled out a mobile telephone, “here's his phone,” and slid it across the formica-topped table, though having seen where he had kept it, Isa was reluctant to touch it, and possibly contaminate any prints or DNA evidence it might present and against which she may not be sufficiently inoculated!
Comments
Post a Comment