Saturday, October 30, 2010

Anchored in Boredom

She was saying something, of this he was sure. What exactly were her words, now this was a mystery. His thoughts muffled them into incoherency. It didn’t matter. She was as likely to notice his disinterest as to stop talking altogether. His eyes wandered upwards. Seeing her expression of concern, he knew he should probably pay attention. Life? Money? Politics? There were too many words to filter through to make a guess. Glancing sideways, he counted the number of tiles on the tessellated floor. “Do half tiles count?” he pondered. Deciding they don’t, he went back to watching the news.

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