Saturday, 1 November 2014

House of Jaguar

I was in a London street with my wife, it was a very wealthy part of the city. The road was filled with huge houses and expensive shops. 

I walked up to a house that faced directly onto the pavement and cupped my hands over the glass and pressed my head in to look inside. 

The house contained a black E type Jaguar car my all time favourite, although I prefer red. I turned to tell my wife and she had vanished. 

I tried to turn around but the floor beneath my feet started to move as if I was on a balance board. I put my arms out to steady myself. 

 

 
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