Friday, March 7, 2014

The Twelve Deaths of Chivalry

The door flies agape, and the boor slimes in. He flings it the other way, and nearly plasters the face of the woman in his wake. He plods to the queue, and snakes along to the head where a little kid stands. On the next turn, he swats the infant aside with his left hand. While making his order, his ‘megaphone’ bangs out of his pocket. In three minutes, he broadcasts his side affair to the whole world. Then, he makes his order. He foot-sweeps the tiles on his way out. He flops into the car before he remembers the woman he came with. She’s barely sat down, when he shoots the car forward, cutting across a moving car beside him. His music blares out in doltish decibels. His smirk shows he’s proved how important he is.

6 comments:

  1. haha. and just like that he murders chivalry effortlessly. lol. i love the imagery. nice!

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    1. Thank you very much for your kind words. I will check out your blog, as promised.

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  2. An apt description that touches on the true nature of such "very important men" :)
    I'm glad your blogging break is over :)

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    1. Thank you, friend. I will try and go back to my former rhythm of posting :)

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  3. I've seen this scene before. Only it was in a bank.
    I just kept on winning

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    1. Yeah, that's another place for the neanderthal behaviour.

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