GETTING UP LATE

 

GETTING UP LATE

Dave missed the tram by seconds, and his desperate lunge for the door sent him flying into the path of a cyclist. Cradling a broken wrist, he took a cab to the hospital, from where, belatedly, he phoned his boss.

The Foreign Secretary, annoyed by his absence, clutched a file of papers and rushed to her waiting car, but her scarf caught in the revolving doors. She was half-throttled before they could free her.

Dave watched the dramatic arrival of a stretcher accompanied by security men, blissfully unaware that his failure to get up in time had averted a war.

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Thanks to Brenda Cox we have a photograph this week that could almost be England - red double-decker bus driving on the right - but is in fact an Oriental tram! It reminded me of a story I wrote years ago, of which this is a reprise/rewrite, as I've been too busy gardening to think of a new one!