Morning all and most of all morning to the Superliterature Lady, La Femme De Flash Fiction; Rochelle. Thanks for holing us all together when all around falls apart, or is delayed or altered or talked about, I’m referring of course to the Brexit shambles we have going on in the UK at the moment, its almost like we’re the laughing stock of the entire world, but our politicians seem not to notice.
Thanks also to Fatima Fakir Deria, if only to see her fabulous home page on her blog, I can not get enough of that photo! Superlative indeed. Today’s photo screams sadness out to me, and having slept on it, all be it really badly; strange bed, dog in strange surroundings without bed because he was sick in the car on the way down, etc, etc. We will see what turns out! So without further ado…
On My Marks…
Get Set…
GO!!!
Rocco’s name, hard as nails, and ubercool, betrayed his circumstances, as he sat in the monochrome at the polished dining room table, unable to sleep.
Everything he loathed set out before him; Tupperware for his packed lunch at the toilet paper factory as a salesman; telesales, in a blocked market. His faux leather satchel, A4 sheet of today’s leads . The gathered net curtains; I mean, think of the dust.
This wasn’t how it was meant to be thought Rocco as he approached the table with tepid coffee in his Dad’s Taxi mug, the colourful pills laid in a rainbow pattern.
Ta-Da!! finished, slightly sad today and 100 words on the nose.
The Count Of North Clifton 
I like this new voice for you
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Meaning? What no kids characters? Thanks for saying so
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Sounds like his life’s being flushed down the loo along with the toilet paper. A bit like Brexit!
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Sad but really well written, Shrawls. Nothing wrong with taking a break from the nursery 😉
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A bad night’s sleep obviously brought out your depressed side 🙂
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Ha!! Probably
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Whao! How does toilet paper salesman approach customers? I expect a visit to a restaurant chain, you could point out you have the perfect finish to their signature dish.
An interest take of deep depression, the empty Tupperware indicates that he is not going to work tomorrow!
Just rambling, sorry.
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A new kind of take from you! Very good – it’s hard to imagine a toilet roll salesperson having a happy life…
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I think Brexit and the US version of King Joffrey are neck and neck as laughingstocks of the world. I hope he reconsiders on the pills and takes a nice walk in the park instead….
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Well, on the up side everybody needs toilet paper… 🙂 I wonder if the pills are for a medical condition or if he’s considering ending it all today.
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There’s no medical condition…
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Sounds like he swallows pills like candy ?
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Dear Shrawley,
A toilet paper salesman? If that isn’t a statement I don’t know what is. How sad that the pills are the only color in this scene. Well written. It’s nice to know you’re not a one-trick pony. 😉
Shalom,
Rochelle
PS I thought we were the world’s laughing stock in the US.
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well, like they say, if it isn’t to your liking, change your liking. 🙂
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Someone has to work in the toilet paper factory. Why not Rocco? By putting more energy and enthusiasm into his job, Rocco may do well. Someone should tell him that.
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Sounds like job satisfaction of many….
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It’s a shit business
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Ah modern-day job satisfaction at its finest. Hopefully, he lays off the pills. I like the new direction you’re taking. And those gathered curtains – the dust is a nightmare! 🙂
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I always enjoy when someone shifts into a different persona. On the few occasions in which I’ve ventured over to the dark side, people are surprised! Gotta keep things stirred up, right?
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Keep the mind ticking over or it’ll seize! Thanks for the appreciative comments
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