What a dull job. Boring boring boring. I sit in a soulless office performing mind-numbing chores like filing bits of paper in grey boxes. My colleagues think I’m miserable. I seldom smile. Or do I? Little do they know that come nightfall I swap clerking for twerking!
Right, off with my bathrobe and slippers and on with my slinky dress and my highest heels. How do I look? Lipstick not too bright? And how do you like coffered locks? Another wisp of hairspray I think so they stay in place. I wonder what my workmates would say if they saw me now? With a swing of my hips, I’m on my way!
And here we are, my favourite club. The noise, the lights, the people… wow! Oh look, there’s handsome Harry from work chatting up sex-pot Sally from accounts. They called me dreary the other day. I wonder what they’ll make of me now. Move over girl, I’m on my way!
Actually, I need to pop to the loo first. I must remember to go to the ladies room, not the men’s!
for the Ragtag Daily Prompt where the given word is Unperturbed. Today it’s hosted by Christine.
Nothing seems to worry him. His wife left him a few days ago. ‘You’re such a bore’ she said.
‘Probably right’ said he as she walked off with her bags, ‘bye’.
When the doctor told him he wasn’t too well, he just shrugged his shoulders and carried on unperturbed.
His faithful dog died. It happens. Someone damaged his car. That happens too. His house was burgled. Never mind, it’s insured.
Nothing excites him either. Birthdays? Just numbers. Visitors? He makes polite conversation but nothing more.
He plays the Lottery. Doesn’t expect to win, but his ten pounds a week goes to a good cause. Last Saturday at eight o’clock he turned on the television and glanced up from his book to check his numbers.
And he won. A big win. A very big win!
‘That’s nice’ he muttered as he switched off the TV and carried on reading where he’d left off.
Every village pub has at least one special character, someone that lights up the bar whenever they walk through the door. In my pub, the Brewers Arms, it was William. He was totally deaf with limited speech, but it was never seen as a disability, not by us nor by him..
He speaks with his hands and hears with his eyes,
he feels the music.
His laugh is the loudest, his words are just sounds
but we understand.
He’s a joker, a clown, a zany entertainer,
spreads joy all around.
He feels special, unique, he doesn’t seek pity.
It’s a gift, he says.
Merriness surrounds him, his happiness, infectious.
I’d had a bit of luck on the gee-gee’s so I thought I take the missus out for some posh nosh.
The waiter minced his way to our table, menus delicately held in a white-gloved hand.
‘Madam’, he said, ‘may I suggest our carpaccio of Maldivian long-line caught yellowfin tuna with a Japanese tamari and freshly foraged wild garlic glaze fanning an island of avocado creme fraiche, accompanied by our ambrosial thrice cooked Maris Piper Frites and an English country garden courgette flower beignet?’
‘Regrettably, for you sir we’re unable to provided those burger things, or pizzas’.
I should have stuck to McD’s!
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and Dale for the photo.