" I say, old chap. Do you think we could settle for a quid?" I looked at the ghostly looking figure standing there. "Hey, I am talking to you. Do we settle?"
"Hard negotiator, huh? I seen worse." I shuffled my feet. "Lots of bout on my feet."
"What is this? A covenant? I never signed one like this. You sure its my signature." I frowned. "My creator signed that? Before I was born. DNA certified. My Dad signed for me? He was illiterate."
"Oh, you meant HIM." I sighed. "Life never was fair. Lead the way for me to Hell."
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For our tenure for the having to enjoy a lifetime here, we had all signed a covenant to leave when its time. Its just that some of us lived badly so we get the subway instead of taking to the skies.
Creative writing is more of a compulsion to engage with yourself in a world of words, ideas, imagery. There are moments of hot exultation or prickly exasperated yet victorious expostulation when at last comes the right word, the rhyme that works or can yield surprise and pleasure. Thank you for sharing my engagement into those words. .
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