The creative writing course teacher, or “Helper” as they liked to call themselves to avoid any suggestion of hierarchy, was an arresting looking woman of indeterminate age and the most extraordinary red beehive hair do. The colour and style of it, and the aplomb with which Helper Effy carried it off, distracted Lucinda sufficiently during the first ... · ID #4824 (continued)
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April 20, 2010 at 9:46 am #2447

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“Make the wind blow the other way!” suggested someone in the crowd.

“Yes! A west wind, blow it west!” piped up another.

“Wait!” shouted another. “That would be an east wind, not a west wind!”

“A westerly?”

“No, an easterly is what we want!”

“Let’s get this right, or we’ll have a fucking tornado” suggested Nasturtium grimly.

The creative writing course teacher, or “Helper” as they liked to call themselves to avoid any suggestion of hierarchy, was an arresting looking woman of indeterminate age and the most extraordinary red beehive hair do. The colour and style of it, and the aplomb with which Helper Effy carried it off, distracted Lucinda sufficiently during the first ... · ID #4824 (continued)
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