Questionable

George asked himself how it had come to this? How did he get to be manacled to a radiator in Ouagadougou, wearing a blue wig and green T-shirt dripping with sweat... streaked with crimson, which he could only imagine was his own blood?

Why was the radiator hot when through the grimy skylight he could see that the sun in the cloudless sky was high, and hot? Was that heavy footsteps approaching? Would this be his end?

George panicked, thinking, is this a dream? A nightmare?... or maybe too much acid?

Silly questions! His inspiration usually came like this!