his eyes probably had more fun with
him than others eyes had with them
a doubletake wasnt a oneoff
often he found himself shaking his head like
a Beatle performing She Loves You did
he really see that
NO when all the evidence was
in definitely not
thats okay
that it dawned on him tickled
himmade him smile made others suspicious
Why’s he smilin’? people
arent amused when you walk around smiling like youre in possession of something extremely
pleasant who are you to have it dont they
deserve it they want it too no matter theyre
without a clue what it is
I Me Mine
recently he walked to the market
reading a scifi by Martha Wells All Systems Red about a murderbot
he was engrossedthoroughly
entertained
crossing lanes of traffic in a
crosswalk that had to provide him thirty seconds to cross he did say lanes
he entered the shopping complex
on the sidewalk running before the shopsto his right the parking lot an enormous
scab of tarmac perhaps onehunred coloured vehicles he glimpsed six spaces one after the other at the very front of the lane allotted preference in consideration of the twoyear old Trump virus and its spawn at the head of each space was
a sign that read DRIVEL
UP & GO
they were pickup spots for grocery customers
who called in their orders for no extra
fee except that one
would likely be more circumspect picking out their produce
associates delivered them to the parked cars
he bookmarked and closed the book
set it inside the cloth shopping bag hanging from his shoulder and masked up thereby denying others of his
humoured smile and their suspicions DRIVEL UP
but
ofcourse
1400, Monday,
24 1. 22
1034, Thursday,
3 2. 22
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