Tuesday, November 27, 2007


Harold took his tie rack to the bed and emptied it onto the Spiderman duvet before calling for Jasfoup. “What’s happened here?” he said.

“Ah.” Jasfoup picked up Harold’s favourite: a ribbon of hand-woven silk in shades of blue and yellow. It, like the rest, had been cut in two. “Sharp as a bread loaf,” he said, almost to himself.

“Who did? Do you know who attacked my wardrobe?”

“Someone with fashion sense?” Jasfoup grinned. “It was Sam. Since you’ve bought a controlling share in his company I suggested he sever ties with you.”

Harold nodded. “He took you literally.”

2 comments:

Zinnia Cyclamen said...

Oh I am such a sucker for a good pun... love it!

Leatherdykeuk said...

heh! Thank you!