Thursday, December 24, 2015

 

Power


The one single desired tidings of joy and bitterness, as she had recently staged a breakup with her forever boyfriend.

The children wanted to play with their new toys to the point of smashing them against others, and tears and exhaustion.

The men to return to the football game on the tube as it wandered to its artless conclusion. 


And drink.

But the women, gathering torn wrappings, needed
to depart, resigned to a two-hour process thereof
before finally getting on the road.

Enter Aunt Dot, unshakable resolver of impasses!

The last car left fourteen and a half minutes later.

She freelances also.

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