On Sunday, her boyfriend disappeared.
This was typical. She had turned her back for two seconds and he’d vanished, leaving behind nothing but one of his stupid, massive woolly gloves.
They had been having a pleasant day in the park, she had looked away to put her tissue in the bin, looked back, and all that was left was his right glove, waving toodle-ooh in that inane way of his.
Had he run away? Had he been kidnapped? Had someone thrown a ball and distracted him?
If he were right now, he would probably blame it on aliens. Bloody aliens.
This was typical. She had turned her back for two seconds and he’d vanished, leaving behind nothing but one of his stupid, massive woolly gloves.
They had been having a pleasant day in the park, she had looked away to put her tissue in the bin, looked back, and all that was left was his right glove, waving toodle-ooh in that inane way of his.
Had he run away? Had he been kidnapped? Had someone thrown a ball and distracted him?
If he were right now, he would probably blame it on aliens. Bloody aliens.
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