how can you tell

April 21, 2012


An Accountant’s Holiday

His universe kept getting smaller. The reverse of the Big Bang. Until he was absolutely the centre. Of every report. He loved three syllable words. In his files. Cream in his cereal. Briefs around his ankles. Columns in the mouth. Of his wife. Leaking in places not mentioned in the tourist pamphlets. In the end. He was left. Alone with himself. On a beach. Someone said. He’s dead. But how can you tell.

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