License please
Blue lights flashing in the mirror, never a good sign. Particularly when they are accompanied by Paisley flags and popcorn fireworks. I pulled my train to the side of the canal and wondered what was going on. The officer swung his legs over his Gazellecycle and tapped on my window with one hoof. I rolled the blinds down and winced at the hissing of steam at they clanged to a stop at the bottom of their travel. The officer craned his long neck down and demanded, “May I see your license to dream?”... Sign in to see full entry.