Thursday 15 November 2012

Bite To Eat

A clock is screwed to the wall behind her. The hands seem to be frozen in place. I am wondering how long she can keep up the inane conversation. The batter, she informs me, is 'crispy', the fish 'succulent'. I feel myself nodding in agreement when what I really want to do is throw my plate through the window.

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