by Ted Hughes » Tue Aug 21, 2012 4:46 pm
Ted knew something was wrong that morning but as his eyes searched for a familiar shape, any shred of comfort to take away the sharp sensation of reality bursting into his brain like a Nigel DeJong tackle, as a myriad of shapes danced in front of his eyes, nothing made any sense. Concentrate.
The blind on the window was the first thing; swinging like Bobby Charlton's hair in a forlorn, fruitless, hopeless chase after Colin Bell Why ?
Why couldn't he see ? What was wrong ? What was all the noise ?
The window.
He had flashbacks; a girl, empty bottles, the heat of a summer night but now, he was cold.
The window was wide open.
North wind howling like Ryan Giggs after a perceived injustice, he must close the window but wait...
He was still pissed.
Ted couldn't be arsed anymore & went back to sleep.
The pissartist formerly known as Ted
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