She was at her favourite author’s book launch. Nay, he was a literary god with a cannon to launch said book into the stratosphere.
Seated in the first row, she tugged at the hem of her miniskirt and adjusted her combat helmet. A notebook was perched on her knees—her readers needed to hear about this!
Off went the cannon. Where was the book? His false teeth were hurtling into the air but… no book. This had become quite the jaw-dropping event!
She hoped she would be lucky enough to finagle an autograph and a sloppy wet kiss afterwards.