Sunday, March 28, 2021


France Portnawak

The phone call was short. The woman spoke fast. The construction or something... The hall is too small...
She spoke too fast. The construction was fine. He checked. The hall was fine too.
The phone call was short. She blabbered a few words. And she hung up. The construction she said, the hall...?
What does she know? She heard stories about this and that and she had the gall to think she could replace him, yes, the gall.
The other phone call was also short. "How much?" The man also replied fast.
No one would ever take his place. Ever.

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