The morning started off fine – smiling and clear – but then a dot of white appeared. Nothing to worry about, just a crystallised thought-bubble above a distant shimmer. But as the morning started to glare, the little white bud pushed out some muscle, then a belly. Soon a brilliant tower of frowns craned overhead before the churning gut-filth edged forward, and down. Suddenly a bystander got forked. Curtains were torn, carpets stained, dogs tunnelled, rooves parted and gums deflowered. Then silence.
Next morning, I couldn’t help wondering as I watched the sunrise – smiling and clear – “Is there something going on here?”
Next morning, I couldn’t help wondering as I watched the sunrise – smiling and clear – “Is there something going on here?”
