Friday, 11 July 2008
Before the wand swung he felt a stirring in his bibble. The clock said nothing. Rocking in the chair before the TV screen, a bird flew in and gently flapped its wings to his eyes, caressing his sucky pockets. The sunshine streamed in a brazen fashion, all loud. Days like this were just the antidote.
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