Sunday 17 November 2013

Eye Of The Beholder



Outside the caravan was a man in a lab coat.

“This product testing?” I asked him. He hesitated for a moment.

“More a social experiment. Care to take part? You’ll be compensated for your time…”

I entered quickly. Inside was a curtain, with a list of famous love songs next to buttons. I pressed one at random.

The curtains parted, and beyond it stood an ugly middle aged man, wearing a trench coat and a filthy smile. He began to sing my chosen song at me, lewdly.

I ran, not bothering to get the check from the Poetry Appreciation Association.

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