Idiot B ......

A trilogy of pollutants – cigarettes, vehicle exhausts, and a special strain of halitosis courtesy of the local kebab shop spewing out its donner consuming customers all contributed to his nausea on a day when a watery November sun sliced through the withering trees en-route toward their annual system shutdown.

How he longed for sun with warmth….but a holiday was just out of reach for the foreseeable, as the bile of a former wife continued to prey on his limited finance ….and he had to live as well…reasoning as he avoided another sweep of traffic stuttering away from the lights at the bottom of East Hill…some amongst the number of motorists resorting to the futility of obscene gesticulation as Idiot B skipped out of the way with an agility which belied his overall lack of condition