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A man walked along the street.
Black clouds started to form overhead.
Crows flew making threatening circles in the sky.
Doomsday was near.
Electric darts of lightening lit up the heavens.
“Flying catastrophes” thought the man “it cannot get worse.”
Giant cockroaches skittered across his path.
Horror upon horror.
It was time to hide somewhere; the man was frightened, he was sure it was his last day on earth.
Jumping into the nearest doorway, he was at least safe from the storm.
Kangaroos were hopping along the street, escaped from the nearest zoo.
Click h “Like it or not” said the man, “I will have to make a run for it and reach home.
My wife will be worried.
Night was approaching, and the man almost tripped over a kangaroo that just hopped across his path.
“Oh dear” he said, “things can only get better I hope.”
Pushing against the force of the wind, he managed to turn the corner.
Questioning the situation was of no help, the weather does what it wants to.
Running was now necessary.
Suddenly everything was quiet.
Time at last to take a rest and relax.
Unusual circumstances made the man very insecure.
Vampirical shapes could be seen lurching in the shadows.
What was going to happen next?
Xanthia, his wife was waiting at home.
Yes, just four steps and he would reach his garden gate.
Zilch was the result of this adventure; the man awoke in his own bed after such an alphabetic dream.
Black clouds started to form overhead.
Crows flew making threatening circles in the sky.
Doomsday was near.
Electric darts of lightening lit up the heavens.
“Flying catastrophes” thought the man “it cannot get worse.”
Giant cockroaches skittered across his path.
Horror upon horror.
It was time to hide somewhere; the man was frightened, he was sure it was his last day on earth.
Jumping into the nearest doorway, he was at least safe from the storm.
Kangaroos were hopping along the street, escaped from the nearest zoo.
Click h “Like it or not” said the man, “I will have to make a run for it and reach home.
My wife will be worried.
Night was approaching, and the man almost tripped over a kangaroo that just hopped across his path.
“Oh dear” he said, “things can only get better I hope.”
Pushing against the force of the wind, he managed to turn the corner.
Questioning the situation was of no help, the weather does what it wants to.
Running was now necessary.
Suddenly everything was quiet.
Time at last to take a rest and relax.
Unusual circumstances made the man very insecure.
Vampirical shapes could be seen lurching in the shadows.
What was going to happen next?
Xanthia, his wife was waiting at home.
Yes, just four steps and he would reach his garden gate.
Zilch was the result of this adventure; the man awoke in his own bed after such an alphabetic dream.
Good one, Pat!! I wondered as I went along how you would fit in the X and Z :-))
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