Friday Fictioneers: Covid Liary Enquirey

Hello Rochelle it’s me, I’m back. It’s been a pretty grim few months and have found it hard to get my thoughts together, the world is screwed at the moment although there is hope, I hope. Anyway, the dog ate my homework and I’m pleased this little corner of the internet is still a safe place to hang out. Thinking caps on…

On My Marks…

Get Set…

GO!!!

Shuffling listlessly into the gallery,

“Scuse me, Pardon me”

… past the cameras, snapping like crocodiles

“clkclkclkclk”

Flashes, Sadness and Dilated pupils.

Their destination; the deliciously tactile wooden benches.

No one bought a cushion.

The accused stood at the dock, tousled blonde hair, badly cut and thinning up close, skin off white and the face of a guilty man, accustomed to innocence through entitlement.

“I swear by almighty God……” blah blah bollocks

Get ready for the lies… the regrettable forgetful… It wasn’t me…

The shoes gathered dust, they’d never be used again, a Covid Government saw to that…

Blood on their hands.

There we are 100 words on the Covid enquiry, in which our wretched leader will be found wanting and negligent (allegedly) (had to out that in in case he sues!) but will face no criminal charges. They should all rot, so something a little bit light on this winter evening.

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  1. Shambolic – it’s devastating to hear first hand just how pathetic those in charge were/are – and it will take a long time, if ever, for me to actually have any faith whatsoever in the political class.

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  2. Good to see you back, Shrawl! Loved this: “cameras, snapping like crocodiles” which I’m sure they feel like for the guilty-with-conscience. For the rest it’s teflon for attention-craving sociopaths.

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