\uap align="center"> \uap>Mark stood on a sea cliff top. A wave below roared in and sprayed out a ferocious impact. Its retreat left a glistening carpet of foamy shale. To his left, a slender figured girl appeared, dressed only in a skimpy black nightie. Her blonde hair fell over her face. Scarlet lips whispered to him, “Come to bed with me.” Thin black straps fell from her bare white shoulders. “You know you want to.” \uap>Mark felt a tap on his right shoulder. A laughing white-faced clown with a painted red smile and spikey orange hair filled his vision. “Don’t pay any attention to her! Come with me.” \uap>From the setting sky over the sea he heard a voice boom. \uap>“Do You Want to be Here?” \uap> Mark yelled. “No.” He woke from his dream. \uap>He found himself sat upright in his bed. His clock alarm read 03.30. Mark tried to settle himself. He closed his eyes. What felt like just seconds later his clock alarm sounded. It read 07.15. \uap>By 08.15 Mark was on board a commuter packed London-bound tube train. The suburbs whizzed past his window. A tunnel mouth instantly extinguished the daylight. \uap>He arrived at his stockbroker’s office at 09.01. His sharp eyed boss noticed. “Oh good afternoon Mark, late night was it?” Mark sat at his desk. Computer monitors stared and colleagues grinned at him. His boss spoke to his team. “OK boys. Get trading. Meet your targets.” Mark was good at his job. He immersed himself into the day’s business. \uap>The same tube line took Mark home that night. He sat in a carriage packed with tired office workers. The train rushed from the tunnel mouth, leaving London far behind. \uap>Mark’s eyes wandered to advertisement posters above the train’s windows. \uap>SleepEase Luxury Mattresses: Need a Good Night’s Sleep?
A seductive loose-haired blonde model in a skimpy black nightie lay across a mattress. The advert’s tagline read, \uap>You Know You Want to.
\uap>The driver of the train had accelerated past a faulty green signal light. A single-track line lay ahead. An approaching London-bound train was destined towards the same track. \uap>Playful letters led Mark to the next advert. \uap> Jong’s Comedy Nightclub. London’s Best Stand-up Comedians. Come with me!
\uap> A white-faced clown with a painted red smile and spikey orange hair grinned down at him. \uap>The two eight-carriage trains sped onto the single-track line. Both drivers came into one anothers sight. They stared in terror at each other. Less than forty yards separated them. \uap>Mark glanced at the next advert. It revealed a beautiful coastline panorama by the Scottish Tourism Board. A snapshot of a wave, frozen in time, as it crashed against a cliff face. Underneath, enticing loud bold capitals read, \uap>DO YOU WANT TO BE HERE ?
\uap>Fear and understanding instinctively welled from deep within Mark’s soul. His yell filled the packed carriage. The harsh screeching of breaks followed. Passengers tumbled forward. Impact was seconds away. \uap>************************************************* \uap> \uap> \uap>Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed. All comments welcomed. :)