PrimeWire

I remember one time I had lunch with the Soul Reaper. It was a Monday afternoon in Bristol, rainy, cloudy, romantic, a city I had never been to before & where I will never go again - but I was there exchanging nuclear secrets. We laughed, we joked, we argued over the meaning of the word “the”. We exchanged numbers & eventually became lovers. The Soul Reaper declared his love to me, but I refused to believe & ran away to an island off the coast of Australia. The Soul Reaper chased me - I worked in Interpol & they helped me evade Soul Reaper. We haven’t seen each other for 6 years but I will never forget our time together when we set up an embroidery shop in Athens for 2 years & smoked sea shells together… I was not there in Iran when Soul Reaper was killed by the SAS, although all us sea-shell fishermen mourn his death every year with a BBQ which we host every year on this very day - to which all of you are invited…