Jun 20 2019

Down the Motorway Part 2 by Corin Trivass

Cruising down the motorway (any  motorway) watching frail ,graceful  bridges,
decorated occasionally with  faces(any faces),loom from out of nowhere
to soar up and away overhead and  vanish rapidly from sight (there will be more)
On both sides, various, sparkling  cars of reds, blues, yellows, whites (any colour)
rush by resplendent in shiny chrome  glittering in a meage sunlight
each one as it nears turns into a  blurred streak of translucent pigment
spread with  knife onto a green  canvass of rolling hills(which glow
on the surface)

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Jun 19 2019

In the afternoon it stopped raining and my little box was illuminated by
glorious cascades of sunshine. Perhaps my stars were in the right position
or something but whatever the reason, everything, just everything was perfect.
I left at 5.30pm prompt, a minor miracle in itself, no overtime to , work and
proceeded  on my merry way home. Instead of my mouthful of abuse to fellow
motorists, I merely touched my hat and waved. Life was for living, I had
discovered the secret at last. I felt so snug, so warm so contented as I
rounded the hairpin at the top of the road.
“Oh hell,that bus is on the wrong side”
SPLAT !!!
The moral of the story is that it sometimes pays to miss the bus.

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Jun 14 2019

Roundabout Part 5 by Corin Trivass

What was the matter with me ? Why should I feel so good?
From the large glass doors, through to   the elevators and eventually
my office, I didn’t pass one soul without a kind word. My secretary’s
nervous grin was greeted by a cheery “ How do you do “ and the look
of astonishment on her face , was a gem of disbelief  “ Coffee please Liz
and have one yourself “ She wandered off dazed and mumbling. I laughed
It was good to be alive.
For virtually the first time in my life I was courteous to all my customers
ant they were courteous in return. I had steak for lunch (a rare treat) and didn’t even bawl out Liz when she cam back ten minutes late from lunch, after all  a girl needs time to p0wder her nose

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Jun 12 2019

Roundabout Part 4 by Corin Trivass

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Jun 10 2019

Roundabout Part 3 by Corin Trivass

I treated myself to a new shirt too, from one of my many Christmas gifts
I had stockpiled over the years , simply because  I wanted to wear the life out
of the old ones and see disappointed faces when I condescended to accept
invitations for dinner and arrived looking like a hippie convention.
“ From uncle Herbie and Aunty Flo wishing you all the best for Christmas 1961 “
Suitably clad I sauntered downstairs  savouring  the smell of coffee and
toast I was about to make.  Breakfast was delicious and only once did I have
to stop myself from digging the knife viciously into the butter.
On the way out, I reached automatically for my brolly, but halted the action
telling myself firmly that it was a beautiful day and that
I  wouldn’t need it. The  rain had been falling at a steady pace
but, but as soon as I opened the door, it increased its force, every drop seemingly aimed at me

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Jun 06 2019

Roundabout Part 2 by Corin Trivass

I stood for a awhile conducting, but  looking at my alarm clock,
which had developed a nervous tick due to constantly being hurled
across the room for daring  to intrude upon my slumber, I saw that I was late
and shivered my way to the bathroom for my daily ritual  of shower
and shave. Shaving is a necessary evil and I loathed it, but this day
I forced myself to enjoy it, finding much to my delight that the razor
skimmed over my scarred face  without leaving so much as a
pinprick of blood.
I returned to the bedroom, not forgetting  to sneer contemptuously
at the box of plasters which I hadn’t had to use, and proceeded to put
on my old trousers but then remembering my new mood,  decided to
wear my best ones instead.

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Jun 04 2019

Roundabout Part 1

Arising from my bed, I gingerly  pulled back the curtains and smiled at the new day. After all every body
was fed up with me, why couldn’t I smile for once? ” Be cheerful”,they said “It won’t kill you ” so today
was the turning point, I was  determined to be happy..
A cold bleak sky looked back at me  and returned my smile by spitting in my face but I took no notice
and said ” Good Morning ” To the  birds who were singing quietly trying hard not to disturb me. They  stopped
their singing in surprise,looking  about to see who had spoken, and when they saw my face through
the glass, they cowered and fled,  but on  realising that I was not going to get,they my gun,they  broke
into joyful song,hesitating at  first and then with greater confidence.

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May 31 2019

Ernia Xtopose Final Part

Ernia who was by now, completely  overcome with anger and thoughts of revenge.lept up and
down on his little bed laughing  helplessly with glee and occasionanly mumbling to himself
” Ho ho, I taught that little  alarm clock a lesson ” as he continued  to jump about.
However what  what he did not know  was that the little mattress in his little bed was a close
friend of the little alarm clock and  so enraged was he that he curled up all his little springs
and let them go at the precise  moment that Ernia was landing from one of his numerous jumps.
Well Ermia was catapulted off at  the speed of light and the last the little house saw of him
was a litte dot of little arms and  little  legs flailing at the air a little helplessly

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May 28 2019

Ernia Xtopose Part 1

Once upon a Time, there was a  little man whose name was Ernia  Xtapose.
He lived in a little house with  little rooms and little gardens back and front
Now it was Ernias  habit to get up  every morning at 7 0 ‘clock and go about
his daily business but one morning  his little alarm clock forgot to ring and little
Ernia, much to his horror, awoke a little late.
Ernia was furious with his little  alarm clock and danced about in untold rage
for precisely fiive minutes.  Then,without thinking he grabbed his little alarm
Clock and hurled it out of his  little bedroom window into the garden below

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May 24 2019

Down the Motorway(Part 1)

Cruising down the motorway (any  motorway) watching frail ,graceful  bridges,
decorated occasionally with  faces(any faces),loom from out of nowhere
to soar up and away overhead and  vanish rapidly from sight (there will be more)
On both sides, various, sparkling  cars of reds, blues, yellows, whites (any colour)
rush by resplendent in shiny chrome  glittering in a meage sunlight
each one as it nears turns into a  blurred streak of translucent pigment
spread with  knife onto a green  canvass of rolling hills(which glow
on the surface)

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