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Une ancienne who I made friends with in Canet, en Roussillon asked me to drive her into Perpignan. Whilst she went shopping I would visit Le Castillet. We, nearly did not meet at four p.m. as planned. I enjoyed myself looking at the fantastic, tableaux in the museum, but on returning to the lobby at three forty five there was no one at the desk, and the door to the street was locked!
Hi Lizzy et al Trouble en Roussillon Part Two I screamed, "Au secours. Je suis lache au Castillet", to the Marie, from a phone in the lobby, whereupon the attendant, airily, returned, having, just popped out for a Gauloise, or something. I shot out of the door like air out of a balloon.
Perhaps people could be discouraged from entering at closing time by a burst of automatic fire triggered by a time switch. A few fatalities would soon ram the message home.
people who linger at closing time will be turned into books [a la Kafka's Metamorphosis] and spend eternity on a shelf screaming unheard for help at people browsing books.
We try and lock up early but the shop's in a shopping centre and security comes around and checks we haven't locked up. I have a new manager and I'm hoping he isn't going to want to hang around
We try and lock up early but the shop's in a shopping centre and security comes around and checks we haven't locked up. I have a new manager and I'm hoping he isn't going to want to hang around
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At least he had signal on his phone!
Trouble en Roussillon Part Two
I screamed,
"Au secours. Je suis lache au Castillet", to the Marie, from a phone in the lobby, whereupon the attendant, airily, returned, having, just popped out for a Gauloise, or something. I shot out of the door like air out of a balloon.
'This store will be closing in five minutes... so get your butt outta here.'