Through a Glass Darkly – Taster…
Sebastian let her slide to the floor.
“Sorry Mona, I have a feeling of acute anxiety, feel like a mature conifer tree…dead in the middle”
Mona looked left and right, lifted her top up…tits!
Sebastian half smiled; took her hand.
“Shall we do a sketch Sebbie?”
“How about that Cafe over there?”
A thought came into Sebastian’s head.
“What if a man is given a second chance and finds he has no time to use it?”
Sebastian shook himself from the creeping dog.
“Ok Mona, let’s go and do a sketch in the cafe!”
“It’s your turn to lead Seb”
“Hi, what can I get you guys?” asked a patronising cafe owner.
“Firstly sir, do you serve minimalists?” – A middle England voice from Sebastian’s lips.
“Yes, do you serve Minimalists?”
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