We laughed at the first Running Guerrilla Armies. The lycra uniform was a little too tight. But then they started taking shots at walkers, letting down car tyres, hijacking buses. There were reports of Marathon training camps in the wild. We’d run away, but that would be taking their side.
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With such an economy of words, you've written a very full tale where the reader can nod and say, "Yes. I understand."
Love your last line.
The police were insistent. “Give way!” they bellowed. But we certainly would not. Not for a troupe of spandex-wearing buffoons. The Metro was just over yonder. Where was the sensibility of blocking the businessmen who keep the nation booming? Larry made a run for it. Our dignity was trampled.
Thanks Marisa, much appreciated.
And wonderful, Star. Thanks for playing too!
Breakers' yards filled up with crushed egos, Lycra sales soared and the rush hour became more interesting. Everyone got fitter, substituting mettle for metal. It was all good. Some poor men even had the edge on those who had previously owned big, expensive cars. Next, they will tackle methane emissions.
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