Six Sentence Sunday: These Things Don't Happen
Six sentences from Djinn and Tonic in which Sal is more than a little confused. She asks Wulf what's going on and he responds in typically cryptic fashion...
“We go to beach. You wish it. We here.”
“How come? I've wished a lot of things before. I wished to be a millionaire, and I'm still skint. I wished that blond bitch on my course would fail and come out in boils, and she graduated with honours and just made the cover of Vogue. And I wished for a perfect model...”
Oh! That was the first wish to come true, when Wulf walked through the door. So had some kind of a personal genie appeared overnight, and forgotten to mention it was granting her three wishes?
Things like that didn't happen. Especially to invisible photographers surrounded by beautiful people. If things were going to happen, they happened to people like Christina and Harriet and Simon, not to her.