Sunday 19 July 2009

Labels don't matter.


Flutter flutter, screech Alfie pulled in the clutch aimed the GS at the hard shoulder and felt the heat from the lorry he'd just overtaken. Closer now as the lorry's headlights glowed bright and the deafening sound of the air horns made his heart sink.
He reached the hard shoulder just in time as the Artic thundered past: shaking the scooter in its slipstream.

Roar bub bub bub bu bub, as the BSA slowed to a stop Alfie was there, fists clenched ready for...... "'Ello Alfie, " "Blimey Brun 'ow longs it bin?"
As the two old school friends talked, and Alfie realised how close he's been to death, he finally realised that it's people that are most important in life.