I’m still here. And, still to come, is one more day of the day job.
To make thoughts of tomorrow more palatable, I imagine a look-after-themself-only type being situated on a Subbuteo pitch. A large forefinger and thumb descend from on high.
Flick. FliCK. FLICK. FLICK.
The ball bounces off the goal post, pinging back into a smug face.
Weeble, wobble, fall.
Gone.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, July 2019
Image from flickr.com (creative commons licensed).
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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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