Tuesday, December 18, 2012

On The Tip of My Tongue

"Maybe you are not understanding me. No surprise. I barely understand myself on such subjects even though they seem now to be a very big part of me."

Called away by more pressing matters, he was unable to finish his thought. Sure enough and much to his chagrin, he could not remember what was, preferably understood. The situation was written all over his face when they met again.

"When we were last together, I sensed you were about to pontificate on a subject of mutual interest?"

"Rumble, Rumble, Rumble", "Mutiny, Mutiny, Mutiny", he thought. Rumblings of mutiny. I am the captain and the crew. What might be amiss here?

© 2012 Buzz Hill

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