This weeks words: Coruscation (a sudden gleam or flash of light) Bridge Expulsion Algae Traveller Ooze Ailing Lean Briny Ubiquitous (omnipresent) Pitch Intangible
If there was one thing that irritated Jack more than anything else it was the ubiquitous ooze that flowed from his person day and night. He had tried everything to stem the flow of the noxious sweat that pervaded every part of his body. The poor guy even had sweaty knees.
He knew that if he didn’t do something about daily the ooze by bathing several times daily then there resulted a deposit on his person that soon turned into a fetid and very noticeable algae that developed a character all of it own as its striking colours coruscated across his body. Sometimes at Christmas Jack was confused by drunks of being a walking Christmas decoration.
Such was his embarrassment at this affliction that he did not like to travel nor be a traveller as he was well aware of the offensiveness of his person when in close company. Though it did mean he could travel alone in a whole compartment when he did.
As he aged his ailing condition only served to feed his own sense of desperation.
One day in a very low moment in his life he stood upon the bridge deciding there and then to pitch himself off and end it all.
He had jumped once before and had on that occasion floundered in the briny waters only to be rescued by a passing good Samaritan, who leaned into the water as he passed and plucked the gasping Jack from his potential watery grave.
This seemed a fair option to him to exercise his right to expel himself from the human race and rid himself and them of this intangible stench that was his person.
No doctor had been able to explain his problem, many had explored him, probed him, photographed his spectacular coruscative algae, even his particular type of algae had been given a name in his honour – Algaeus Jackus.
So despite his ubiquitous state he had decided that he had had enough of the ooze and how it was methodically destroying his no life.
As it was his four marriages had ended the same way, divorce and orders for him to bathe at least six times each day. As it was no amount of deodorant, perfume or industrial cleaner made any difference to his bodily aromas.
He looked down, making sure there was no one in the way nor any chance of him being rescued.
He then took a big breath, leaned into the task of travelling odour free this one last time.