I zip my duffle coat up fully.
Winter is no friend of mine, but then neither is the summer; no excuse for dankness during warm July days. Mother pushes me then and tells me to play the game. Tea at gammy leg Lyn's; she thinks that will do me good. Cut the damn thing off I say, that will do Lyn good. Stop drinking all that bloody tea, too; don't trust that stuff one bit.
Mother fears me, I know that much. I see it in her eyes. She can't see an inch of my father in me, and I can tell I was never the son she expected. But she'll change her tune when she sees me on the chat shows, then she will realise I had it sorted all along. The plan was always there, and I was just waiting for the time. Sometime soon.
Sent those screenplays off last month. It won't be long now. I'll check the emails when I get back.
Head down, brisk walk. Don't watch the people. If I don't watch the people, they won't watch me. No contracts out here.
Open for assault.
YOU ARE READING
Beep.
Science FictionHave you heard about the dangers of Tea? One day I will be famous. I never wanted to be a value meal.
