Creative setting
Zion Patricks
Creative setting - 3 October 2023
I stare down the swinging cobwebs hanging on tightly to the casing of the standing
fan’s head, my brain as limp as the wrinkly hands resting on my knees, exposed out
of my three-quarters.
Like an ape, the fingers of my right hand kisses my bald head in scratching delight,
that little action, retiring whitish strands unto the violent embrace of the fan,
propagating those good soldiers to different areas of the ground.
I take a deep breath, focusing on the screen of the desktop, resolving my fingers to
hover above the dying keys, i punch and keep punching until the mission is finished.
A deep sigh escaping my lips as my back give in surrendering to the bed on which i
sat.
I was falling asleep, my loyal soldier, sworn to keep out the heat, standing watch
over me, occasionally tilting its head, in harmonic clicking, scouting areas around
me.
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