Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Writings: Tuesday

It was tuesday and it was raining. The man cursed as he barely squeezed into the train. In a HDB flat near the train station, an university student frowned as a private message from a fellow gamer popped up reminding him that he had forsaken his thesis to play the game. At the unit next to the student's house, an estate agent hopes his fussy client will find the flat satisfactory. He needed the commission badly. A teenager escaped into the safety of the void deck of the same block and yelped as a child shake her parasol scattering droplets of rain everywhere. And I wished you would just tell the truth and and not tell me what you thought was a comforting lie to assuage your ego.

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