Tea Break

There are two hours and twenty minutes before I can go home, I see it stretched out before me like an eighteen lane motorway that has to be licked clean – broken glass swallowed, oil and diesel tasted in the blood of accidents. There are no customers to serve but the shop is full – a chunk of herd psychology – angry at the queues and spaces where the cheap beer should be. They scream, whinge and wet themselves with fingers trapped in the conveyor. They curse round chewing-gum cud but I am not there either.

– Benjamin F Jones
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About Graphite Bunny

I am a writer working in South Wales (UK). I love pizza, photography and moist clay. When it rains I catch drops in my open mouth. I create poetry, flash, absurdist snapshots and humorous fiction.
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6 Responses to Tea Break

  1. When I go to shops or warehouses — which isn’t very often — I’m impressed with the patience and politeness of the people employed to work in these places, considering how foul the general public can be.
    A well written piece. I feel your pain 😉

  2. Keith Parker says:

    As usual, very vivid imagery. Well done!

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