Red Hot Transvestite Encounter

Red Hot Transvestite Encounter

A short tale recounting a recent lunch-time encounter in the Emmer Green branch of Budgens, told in thirty-two words, with a title cunningly designed to attract manky people from Google

Lunch break.

Supermarket.

'Reduced to clear' shelf.

Six foot bad transvestite.

Flowers in her hair.

Know that face.

Not David Walliams.

Awful moment of recognition.

Winked at me.

Meek hello.

Fled.

End.