‘Once more onto the beach dear friends, the waves of hopelessness gently lapping on the shores of despair.’ Oscar said staring at the screen.
‘You’re dramatic today. What’s up?’ Jane asked
‘Job hunting.’ he sighed.
‘Widen you’re search parameters.’ Jane said looking over Oscar’s shoulder. ‘Does anyone read poetry anymore or watch plays?’ Jane shrugged.
‘No they’re disconnected from the world. When I said this wallpaper and I are fighting a dual to the death, either it goes or I do, I never expected this.’
Oscar regretted the day he stepped into the time machine.
He missed the 19th century.
‘You’re dramatic today. What’s up?’ Jane asked
‘Job hunting.’ he sighed.
‘Widen you’re search parameters.’ Jane said looking over Oscar’s shoulder. ‘Does anyone read poetry anymore or watch plays?’ Jane shrugged.
‘No they’re disconnected from the world. When I said this wallpaper and I are fighting a dual to the death, either it goes or I do, I never expected this.’
Oscar regretted the day he stepped into the time machine.
He missed the 19th century.
