Well this is it, I’m nearly there. I sit in the fresh morning air enjoying.
Enjoying the written word. In fact here I stop. Yep I thought I was at the end. But nope. The end will be left for latter, on the way home.
And so sitting in the sharabang carriage, I get to the end, the final sentence. So now live for real. Live. Live. Live. Live. Live.
As it happens Ned wrote this book.
And so it ends. The story that never really got off. Was it A Funny Kind of Story. Yes it was.
And really one I wished I had not read. But somewhere in that story there was a message. One I should really take note of. She has the reddest hair. The girl with the big headphones. And her lips are nearly as bright.
And with that I put it in the read bookcase and well go to bed.