Daydream delusion

Daydream delusion
limousine eyelash

Wednesday 10 December 2014

Upstairs 7 or ‘You…Boy'

Donny never carried change when he went shopping.
He took out a note of five-hundred and gave it to the overworked old man at the counter. He frowned and returned it, ‘Buy more’ he uttered.
Now it’s rarely that writers get paid, and even when they do it’s so little that they don’t fancy overspending on cream-rolls and burgers.
Donny hesitated for a moment, then decided to turn around and leave without the bread.
Mr Paul from the neighborhood wished him ‘happy birthday!’ from his table.
Donny nodded; then heard someone cry out, ‘You…Boy...You’

And that’s how they first met.

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