“Nothing could be more inappropriate than this so-called shortcut of yours by the brothels and naughty bars, James,” my youngest aunt said, “but I’ll forgive you – for the cheap thrill of it.”
“What’s your order, aunty?”
“Take me home now, and if we’re lucky nobody’s there, so you can ravish me.”
I burst out laughing and stepped on the accelerator.
– James Steerforth ( © 2008 )
Written around inappropriate, order and shortcut from 3WW. This is one of the least autobiographical things I’ve ever written. I could imagine it set in the 1950s, in Naples perhaps and in black-and-white, with the aunt being played by someone like Deborah Kerr, and James by …? Any ideas?