The words this week are:
Carnage, Puncture, and Jerk.
“Benney, you bar steward, you’re meant to be picking me up at CostaFortune, remember? It’s nine twenty now, and we said eight thirty! Where the puke are you?” Wendy leaves the message on Benney’s cell phone, she’s outside the coffee shop on Market Street, and she’s pacing up and down, making ever more frantic calls to people who are just not listening. ‘We’ve got a full day ahead of us’ she thinks, ‘and Benney’s gone AWOL!’
“Oh hi, this is Wendy Naisa from News Galactic Corporation, I was hoping to speak to Doctor Curbishley, this is his personal number, isn’t it?”
“DOCTOR CURBISHLEY IS NOT AVAILABLE AT THE MOMENT / HE IS IN A MEETING / HE IS OUT OF TOWN / HE IS…”
“Blooming Nora! the silly Burke’s got a pet robot!”. She says, thinking out loud, and shaking her mobile thing, then adds quite audibly, “What a jerk!”
Quickly she tries Benney’s number again, this time he answers. “Sorry Nish!” he starts, “It’s murder and mayhem on the roads this morning. There’s been a big crash on the Parkway, it’s absolute carnage out here!”
“How long do you think you’re gonna be, Benney?”
“I don’t really know, Nish! The trouble is I think I’ve got a puncture, on top of everything else, I’m at the garage now, I’ll bell you back as soon as I’m done, sorry!”
Wendy shakes her phone again, and then her head violently from side to side. ‘What a waste of a morning’. She thinks, and heads back inside the coffee shop. “Give me a regular black coffee”, she tells the girl behind the counter.