Fantasy Prose

*This is only fantasy.

I am walking down the narrow sidewalk when I notice that my way coming is a well dressed middle aged couple, walking side by side. I edge over as far as I can to get out the way and the woman part of the couple responds by making herself wider. Her big ugly yellow quilted handbaggy thing, filled will all sorts of fantastic frosty Chanel lipsticks and talcum powder containers, hits me square in the chest.

As a force of reaction, and nothing else, I protect myself from the vicious handbag attack of space encroaching woman and push her out of my way with both arms. She goes flying into tomorrow. Ferragamo wallet lies broken on the street. Teach you to force me off the sidewalk.