BUY A HOUSE IN SPAIN, YOU DUNNO WHAT YOU'LL ENCOUNTER. FINAL PART
The Chairs Feeling like two children scrumping apples, or felons in the dark windy night, they loaded the chairs into their van, and drove up into the mountains, where they had noticed a sort of unofficial rubbish tip, and they hurriedly dumped the chairs on a pile of old mattresses and household rubbish. June gave a little shriek, as she saw the long lances of headlights approaching in the distance, and she leapt into the van, fumbling with the ignition key. David laughed, and putting on an... Sign in to see full entry.