Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Unwelcome Competition




Harold frowned. “Look at this,” he said, holding up the Laverstone Times and slapping it with the back of his hand. “They’re holding a half-marathon in the town next month.”

“What’s wrong with that?” said Jasfoup. He looked at the details. “Fourteen miles through some of the most beautiful countryside on Wiltshire. Prize money in excess of £12,000. What’s wrong with that? A bit of competition and I’ll be swimming in avarice.”

“Look at the course,” said Harold. “It starts and finishes in town, where no doubt it’ll affect trade at the shop, but worst of all they’ve set them to run up through the park and across out land.”

“So? It’s all for charity.”

“Right through mum’s rose bed.”

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