2282. Outside the bakery

Rupert had asked me over the phone to meet him outside the corner bakery so that’s where I went – and waited, and waited.

Eventually he turned up. Why on the street outside the bakery I have no idea.

He said he would risk all by saying what he was going to say and blurted out that he loved me and he couldn’t think of anything else other than me and he was besotted and beside himself with infatuation and so on and so forth. Would I be his friend and could we go out?

I told him to jump in the lake. He left, and since I was there I went into the bakery and bought some buns.

14 thoughts on “2282. Outside the bakery

  1. umashankar

    I am sure there is a name for the effect you have been creating of late, pairing grave subjects with the absolutely quotidian, and the latter being brought to bear upon the former in a repudiation of sorts.

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