Pink fingers

Fat and podgy they were, pink and plastic-looking. The strangest fingers I ever saw.

Paedophile he is.

Comb-over. Money, money, money. Private number-plate.

Abuse of authority and power.

Such a jolly fellow; booming voice, resonant laugh...

Why does he hold onto my hand just long enough to make me feel slightly awkward? Just shake it and be done with it!

Interiors, exteriors. Each a separate entity. Persona.

All is quiet

The island is surprisingly calm. Rain has come and gone, with a surprisingly warm wind following it. Now the sun has made an appearance and everything appears new. A new start. Or at least a new attempt at thinking about a new start.

Read a book recently by an old acquaintance. It can be found here.

I enjoyed the read, getting through it in two evenings, something I've not done in a while. It's dark and dirty-feeling, complementing my recent mood perfectly.

Hello?

Think, think, think...

All I can hear is static. Hoho!