I’ve had an idea for a story. It’s based around a man and a sweeping brush. I haven’t thought of a name for the man yet but I’m veering towards Siegfried. OK, let’s go for that. Siegfried it is. Now Siegfried’s job is to sweep up old words that nobody wants any more. They gather in a special grille on Obsolete Street.

Here are some recent ones Siegfried collected when Collins Dictionary decided they no longer needed them in their 2011 edition:
younker
deliciate
frigorific
aerodrome
bever
charabanc
cassette tape
As Siegfried sweeps the old words away, a young, fresh-faced girl called Chelci collects new ones in a jar.

The new ones seem so short and strange compared to the old ones. LOL, TMI, IMHO and Woot. ‘These new words are well weird,’ thinks the young girl.
Meanwhile Siegfried shakes his head at the sight of ‘cassette tape’ stuck in his bristles. ‘Casette tape? That’s been made redundant? But I still use mine! What next?’he wonders. Then he stops. He seems to have missed something in the grille. The slip of paper is half in, half out of the metal struts. He bends closer. He can just make out that the end of the word is -ian. ‘Ian? Siegfried ponders. ‘Meridian?’
He tugs, but the word won’t yield. This has happened before. Sometimes a word is on its way out but is rescued at the last minute. He knows he can’t sweep the word away just yet. Next time maybe but not just yet. ‘Ian? Ian?’ he thinks. It annoys him all day. It isn’t until he gets home that evening and reads the news online he realises what the word is. ‘It was confirmed today that Hertfordshire County Council has axed its School Library Service…’ ‘Ah,’ Siegfried thinks with a sigh. ‘Librarian.’







































