To sleep, or not to sleep? That is the problem.

But to sleep, for the obedient wrongdoer, in the aftermath of a wrongdoing done, is not much of a muchness of a problem.

A wrongdoing done to another, a deception, is not much of a problem to be borne, if one was ordered by another wrongdoer to get the wrongdoing done.

It’s a not-muchness of a problem that can be smashed up into pieces, like an egg; and the bits, being slowly digested, causing only a minor irritation to the oesophagus – a tickling rather than a scratching.

And with the tickle comes a giggle, as the bearer, now happy on the eggshell sertralin, drifts off to sleep – job done.

Memories dispersed.



And the next day …

Just a big itch.

In one’s bottom.


Copyright owned by Jay Cool, July 2019




Published by The Silly-Savvy Salopian

Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.

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