A tale I wrote
Lynsey was bored, so decided to sneak out of the room. Which, normally, would have been fine because the meeting she was in was one of those informal type of meetings where people could nip out whenever they needed to take a call or go to the toilet or grab a cup of tea or just get a bit of fresh air.
But the thing with Lynsey was she was a bit daft, and on this occasion decided to sneak out of the window. She didn’t die, which was nice, but the window was closed so she had to smash the glass, which made a hugely distracting sound and the shards of glass went everywhere and everyone in the informal meeting freaked out and people in the street started crying and her blood hit a child and, oh my, what a right old fuss!