Wednesday, 27th November 2013
by Joshua Gaskell
On the Guardian website I come across the notion of “Twitter Fiction” and decide to try my hand as a twitterpated* twittle-twat†:
At Headcorn Railway Station, Qing painter Lam Qua exhibited a nine-second thrombin time, but still managed to emcee, and jolly decently too.
But why cease concising at a hundred and forty characters?
At HCN (CRS), Qua exhibits nine T.T., but still manages to M.C. and do a jolly d. job.
Or, indeed, at eighty-three?
* “Foolish, silly; flighty, scatterbrained” (OED).
† “A tattler, babbler” (OED).