Sharkie People.

With a full moon out and a chill in the air i set off at 5am for Rushden..delivering some racking...after a while thinking of the Towns efforts i realised i could hear some manic mutterings in the background...that fucking Chris Evans on the radio while it is still dark just isn't good for morning listening.
Anyway after driving past the metropolis called Oxford i soon had Rushden in my sights....on turning up i rang the goods in bell....and then it happened...i was met by one of the Sharkey People...his lifeless eyes and grey palour and the snarl he displayed to me had me knowing straight away that he belonged to the Sharkey People,,,beware the Sharkey People.
As i opened the side curtains i noticed him glide back inside with a look of death on his face...Sharkie People dont like work...beware the Sharkey People......i swear i could hear satanic mutterings from inside the industrial unit.....Sharkey people,Sharkie people,Sharkey People....Sharkey People!!
Sharkey was soon in front of me and his thin grey lips muttered the words..Coffee drive?...trying to lighten the despairing feeling i reply ...is that near Milky Avenue.............nothing....just that cold lifeless stare..i declined his offer and decided to get out of these murky dephths..

As the Shark retreated into his world for the day...i breathed a sigh of relief that i had escaped the jaws of one of the Sharkey People.................................LE FIN.