Walls

Jack woke late in the morning after another night of sleep that felt like hibernation. Throwing his feet on the floor he bolted for the bathroom. His puffy round face and Kicking Bird hair greeted him once again as he pulled on a starched shirt covering his chest, just his neck protruding above a blue tie with brown and red fishing fly print. He usually did not wear ties, but he had a meeting scheduled and knew everyone else in attendance would be dressed in coat and tie.
Copyright © 2009 Mark Holmberg. All rights reserved.

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