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Desk

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, while the prosecution has just argued a most elegant case, it has been, nonetheless, and argument filled with wild and bold assertions, attempting to have you believe that the man here on trial, the simple man whose fate rests in your hands is a violent, corporate destroying pirate and an aggressive anarchist of the worst kind, whose actions threaten to unravel the very thread of this society, but let me remind you, lest you forget, lest we all forget, that this most ordinary family man, my client Henry, walked into that radio station armed only with an old cassette tape recorder and nothing else, and further, that when the batteries went dead in this antiquated contraption of his did not, I repeat, did not cold-heartedly reload those batteries as the prosecution has suggested, but rather, in a most polite manner, quietly asked the radio station’s receptionist if she had any D-cells in her desk.

    TAGS:  family, pirates, anarchy, fate, corporate, radios, elegance, desk, cold-hearted, jury


Marble Eyes :: Keith

When the bank statements couldn’t be found, I felt my eyes turn into marbles and heard them as they fell and bounced across my desk, but of course, there was no way I could see this happen, although I sure would have liked to.

    TAGS:  accounting, amazement, eyes, bank, lost, marbles, desk, paperwork


Lost :: 'mouse

I sat at my desk, lost.

    TAGS:  lost, desk


 

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