Wednesday, November 16, 2005
On my way to work this morning, there was a blue vibrator sitting in the gutter on the side of the road, lost and forgotten, but with a battery laying beside it. Just across the footpath was an adult shop.
My reconstruction of possible events goes something like this:
Of course, it may not have happened anything like that. I should get back to work.
My reconstruction of possible events goes something like this:
- 9:45pm - Inside Store
- Everything has been closed up for a while, and it's very dark. Blue is all alone, and worried that he's going to be beaten up again. Blue decides that running away is the only option.
- 9:55pm - Inside Store
- Blue has wriggled free of his packaging, and has thrown himself off his shelf. The fall has stunned him, but he hasn't sustained any serious injuries.
- 10:10pm - Inside Store
- Blue has come to, and is making his way slowly towards the crack in the wall that hasn't yet been boarded up. He slips quietly through. Freedom!
- 10:13pm - Northern Side of Store
- Blue is enjoying the cool night air, and sense of freedom. He sets out across the footpath, down the gutter, and over the road. Unfortunately, he knows nothing of cars.
- 10:16pm - Road in Front of Store
- A yellow falcon station wagon strikes Blue, killing him instantly, and throwing him across the road into the gutter. He remains there until a curious child picks him up to take home and draw a moustache on.
Of course, it may not have happened anything like that. I should get back to work.