Des, my curiosity was piqued by G S Carnivals' many quotes from your online novel,
The Hawler.
It's almost an embarrassment of intriguin quotes, I was entertained by Susan, who was "...half attractive, half determined to accentuate the other half," and forgets that her childrens bedroom ceiling is leaking.
This is another passage which I think intriguing and entertaing:
'“It’s been a helluva day,” said Mike. “Did you hear about the incident on the underground?”
Susan nodded as she placed his dinner on the table. He was red-faced from climbing the stairs from floor to floor (the lift being left unattended if not out of order) - and she was red-faced from the stove. They were apparently in their middle years, not yet having reached the bruised look that old age had in store for them, given a glimpse into the future. They had lost the youthful sparkle and any body-hair was tarnished with discolour or no colour at all. Mike was – and, probably, still is – a forthright man, but kept his distance and downplayed any passions. Susan, equally, but her eyes often sparked with anger for some, and anguish for others.
“Yes, terrible wasn’t it?” she said as she sat down. The wireless played softly from the kitchen as she had forgotten to switch it off.
“That station that looks like an open market, round the corner from the office…”
She nodded, having previously heard Mike’s description of it, although she never visited Mike in the area where he worked. Sometimes, she wondered if his description of it was the result of a dream, and it was merely a coincidence that it fitted in with the news report she had heard on the wireless.
“Well, when they started coming out the sides from under the roof … they were covered in blood. Even the walking wounded were terribly bloody, as if they should have been on stretchers. Soon, it was a whole army of them. We did what we could, till the ambualnces arrived.”
A crimson infantry, was not an expression that came easily.
“Did the air ambulance come?” Susan asked.
“At least one did but the roads are so narrow round there for landing. Its rotors were inches away from the office’s back wall – and actually sliced through the open empty edges of the station itself.”
Coincidentally, last night, he had a dream of being flown in a helicopter. It was unclear now but he had not before been in one in real life, but it was just as he imagined it. He was normally afraid of flying and, in his dream, the dreamer vaguely recalled this fear from real life … as it slanted close to some trees, almost entering amongs its branches – and he fully expected it to crash, but it landed in some Italian Villa.
The air ambulance, that day, near his office, also looked precarious as it landed between the buildings, looking really huge compared to its air size.
“They took away some of the wounded but I couldn’t see how they decided which patients would go by air and which by road.”
“First come, first served,” she suggested....'
From
The Hawler (part 4) by D F Lewis. You can read it from this link:
The Hawler.
