It was a bright tram carriage as the semi drunk Peter sat down. His headphones were on and the monstercat pod 128 was filling his ears from the mundane humming of drunk Manchester.
Passing the white stone of the war memorials. He stared into the rain. It had been the end of year party and some bonus rumours had been mentioned but Pete was not fussed he had lost at 4k bonus to join the company he just wanted a fair wage for a fair days shit shoveling ..
The skin head next to him coughed. Pete looked up there was something different about this chap. He looked out of the window a girl flashed her dress covered boobs. He laughed at the daftness of the moment then he looked at the skinhead again but it was a lady with black a dyed hair. What magic was this !!!!
Magic he scoffed no the girl was talking to a girl with a flag . He had passed them in the opposite direction heading for deansgate.
Oh the irony.
Just as he stopped carriage watching . There was a loud crack.
The air rushed towards him.
He heard a wood
And a fire ball came rushing towards him.
He ducked behind the seat as it flew over him.
10 mins passed and he sat up to see two men Squaring off to each other dressed oddly.
I you pushed him he would say goths or Wizards
It sits on the work notepad and screams at each white lie……
Was reviewing source material for Day 61. But I got attacked by the dreaded Zees