Monday, 4 December 2006

The horror! The horror!

I was wandering the aisles of Tescos after work and a man walked passed me near the gum display. He was staring off into some middle distance, his thinning brown hair wild like he had his own personal storm as a stylist. A shadow of a beard was sprouting through his pale skin and on his face - in several places - were what looked like perfect, round, bite marks. Red and small and jagged, and there was even one on his forehead, which looked slightly swollen, like the wound had been cooked overeasy. It made me think that he must have been attacked by a rabid toddler.
Or perhaps he is being haunted by the ghost of this man, who was obviously turned to stone while doing something very naughty. Caught red handed and then frozen in that moment of mortification.

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