Shining threads

Shining threads

Monday, 21 October 2013

The clash of the cliches

The blindingly obvious met the glaring error in a darkly lit alley-way.

The atmosphere was tense.

A moment seemed like eternity.

The glaring error had bust his balls to get there on time and had arrived by the skin of his teeth.

He could murder a cold beer but had bigger fish to fry first.

So he said to the blindingly obvious, 'Fancy meeting you here. Come here often?'

The anger of the blindingly obvious lit his eyes like burning coals.

'You got a hell of a cheek addressing me like that. Didn't anyone ever tell you to respect your elders?'

A smile crept across the glaring error's face and he cracked his knuckles.

'At the end of the day, the truth will out. It will hit you like a ton of bricks.'

He knew he could pack a punch which could knock most people for six.

But he also knew what goes around comes around.

So he carried along his way. 

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