Different day

Bicycle Tunnel, double exposure

Bicycle Tunnel, double exposure. CC photo by R. Nial Bradshaw.

So I’m cycling to work.

I hate this bicycle tunnel.

This long concrete rectangular box – stinks of piss and is lined with cigarette butts, broken glass, beer cans, take-out packaging and discarded needles.

I hate cycling to work.

The fear of having to stop and remove a tyre – of having to try to find the puncture, to repair it and start cycling again only to hear a hissing sound and find the wheel grinding to a halt again.

I hate my editing job.

Wading through purple prose, through mistakes in word order and punctuation – such as starting sentences with ‘and’ or ‘but’, not pacing out a sentence with the correct punctuation, incorrect use of singular or plural forms…

Same shit, different day.

Then my world spins in a blur as I tumble through the air; I see stars…

…I wake up, hurting all over; I see the wreckage of my bicycle…

…and I smile.

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About TheImaginator

35 year old sciolist living in Tokyo. I like swing dancing, Twitter word games, writing, using Stumbleupon.com, reading, and watching movies. I write stuff on my blog occasionally.
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