The Magisterial Traffic Charmer.
My dear Delilah
Today I vowed to journey to you faster than a mayfly can write a legacy.
I should have known.
Some mayflies live longer than others.
You see there was this man at the bus stage this morning. He was a very spirited man, a hardworking man.
He reeked of some liquor, which perhaps explained why he looked a very happy man.
And between his ‘No Fear’ branded tee from the nineties and the ripped trousers he was basically a half-naked man.
And he was a charismatic man. Traffic flowed at his behest and ebbed upon his request.
He was the people’s man too i think. He paraded the queue at the bus stand ad libitum and any dissenters were put in their place. All he had to do was raise his arms, up high, and get really close and these souls would flee back to the comfort of the collective.
My eyes lie sometimes but on one occasion he brushed against a boy during one of his parades and the boy’s terrified mother frantically scrambled from her purse a syringe and vials of what my short stint as a nurse’s assistant once leads me to believe were vaccines, which she mixed into a cocktail and pumped the boy full of it, then hugged him so mightily I thought he might suffocate.
It might be a tragedy that the man’s sway with people at one point made think him the I-want-to-be-that-man man, but then again a far worse tragedy is going to happen today.
my Lit Corner 