Re: Setting the scene game, Mark II
The Engine Room of a Toy Factory
Sally was tired, her arms ached, her wrists were beginning to sound as brittle as weetabix, her mouth was as dry as a desert's wit, her throat as sore as an alcoholic's pride and the ringing in her ears had devolved from a high pitch scream into a dull rythmic roar. She walked the dog, and rocked the cradle, if only to give her mind something to concentrate on. That was usually what killed them, not the repetitive strain injuries or the lack of clean air, not even the meagre rations that they had to eat through straws, but the monotony of yo-yo-ing for 24hrs a day, 7 days a week, 52 weeks a year. But she couldn't stop, she had seen what happened when children stopped yo-yo-ing. The factory always required lubricant and the driver liked to say 'there aint nothing as slimy as the blood and guts of naughty children'
So sally kept on yo-yo-ing
Driving along the world's longest and most remote road, in a milkfloat