Go to page 123 (or 23 or 3 if it hasn't got that far yet) of your current WiP. Read down four sentences. Type out the paragraph that follows.The outline of cap and coat looming through the veil of fog warned him – officer. He straightened on the bench. But an officer in St James Park, on the right path, in the right area, loitering in right way to attract a certain kind of attention. A riskier prospect, richer meat, armed by class and service pistol, but, oh, far far more stirring, he'd have this one....
Before the thought was fully formed in his head, the familiarity of the tubular figure ,the perculiarity of gait, the flash of a monocle stopped it dead. Bloody hell. Not just an officer –
that sodding officer.
I'm on leave. I'm not bloody standing. He can take it out on me back at bloody Arras."Do you have a light, Sergeant?"