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AND SO BEGAN ANOTHER DAY….
The polygraph in the corner of the room scratched out truth
from lies, as I waited for it to flatline, or was that a
different machine?
One and the same was my guess.
Blue uniformed authority lingered outside the glass panelled
office, an open plan afterthought, and which through a series
of inhouse political coup d´etat´s had become exclusively my
territory, which others entered upon by invitation only.
Today was not a day for invites.
Today was grey with a musty odour, the smell of capitulation.,
exhausted defeat. It was not going to improve., nor was my
mood. A mouth that tasted of last nights cigarettes and cheap
curry. Clothes a faint clinging whiff of female, hoped for, yet
ever evasive coitus.
The hangover threatened to take over, crushing control. How I
needed a healing magic wand., proffered by a good fairy? All
pink chiffon and ballet shoes. Where was she ?
Hand in hand with last night's member of that so called fairer
sex, tripping over doubts horizon…, and away from me, was
another guess.
Lots of guesses.
Guessing should be made illegal.
Such abstract thoughts of a morning, as times drum major
signalled readiness, and we were off to the march of his
command….
By the left …..one, two.
And so began another day.
Surf Bum
Donald Innes is a writer and photographer,
see more of his pictures on
http://donaldinnesross-aplaceforinnes.blogspot.com
If you are interested in buying any of his pictures just
call him on 662 529580
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