Title: Messy Fleshy MVO: In a deep and reassuring tone Craning her neck over a vast sea of shoulders, Sarah Watson watches her sister Barbara take to the dance floor as the new Mrs. Bartley. Her eyes catch a salivating glimpse of the devilishly attractive best man standing seductively alone by the bar. Sensing an opportunity, she weaves her way through the throng, homing in on her target. En route, she accidentally bumps into a bow-tied attendant who crosses her path, sending an overpriced glass of Bordeaux on its maiden flight. Crimson splotches of wine rain down on her like a tropical shower. As Sarah stares aghast at the homicidal print on her cocktail dress she is suddenly consumed by an overpowering thought.
FVO: Blood…murder…crime…a bloody crime thriller! I am gonna write one of those. Not a predictable potboiler. No way. Nobody reads that stuff anymore. I’m going to give them guts, and gore and zombies. Lots of zombies. I got to start writing right now. I need my computer. Let me sneak out…discreetly…like a ninja…(trail gibberish)
MVO: Well go ahead Sarah and get cracking on that messy fleshy page turner of yours and spill no tears for your splattered gown because you already know that your bottle of Persil Power Gel back home will get rid of those homicidal stains…efficiently, effectively and reliably.