One Shade Of Grey, by Ian Murphy
There is a tiny black dot on my bright white new sofa. I try not to care but I know it is there. I pick then I rub then I scrub. So, there is now a dark mark on my bright white new sofa. My life was complete, monochromatic and neat, now that smudge won't budge and I feel I may weep. I spray and I scrub and suddenly see those grey fibres come away and I wish I could flee - a hole, like the one through my heart. Now I sit upon a tartan shroud, my soul torn apart.
23/2/2017 01:40:47 am
well written. it made me turn and look at my sofa and find a few black and brown spots.....
23/2/2017 10:04:56 am
Ha! Probably best to ignore them.
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