29 May 2012
Doris, she was furious! How dare they close down her store? She had worked there half her lifetime, since the age of twenty four.
In her spare time she was a member of the Camping & Caravan Club. And organised the gas bottles, she had become a sort of hub.
Her garden had been stacked with twenty canisters of gas, which where now inside the card shop. For her age she was a strong lass.
She had shipped them all over in one load, in the back of the Clintons Cards van. Having the keys came in handy, for towing the caravan.
"This will bloody teach you, for treating me like shit!" With that the card shop disintegrated, as the leaking gas was lit.
BOOOOOOM!!!!
There where bit's of forever friends teddy bears, and happy birthday cards in the air. Doris was blown across the road, there was Shrapnel everywhere!
The press blamed al'qaida, assumed it was a terrorist plot. Doris's bruises healed in a week, and she got away with the lot.
Dangerous Doris • Opuss № I