fare thee well

events set in motion, i follow the flow and play my part. clean out my drawers, pile up my notes and organise the goodbye lunch for tomorrow. it's like playing out a critical scene - one that's been rehearsed so often that you're filled with numbness tinged with a dull fear that you may be doing it all wrong.
no more 300-words, 400-words, 500-word imperatives. no more trauma over page 1 stories that just don't materialise. no more tedious engagements ever. no more fodder for my book on psycho personalities and no more wandering the corridors of government offices hoping to trip over a story with all the ends neatly tied. no more 10 a.m. meeting.
no more night shifts where you ask the same stock questions to strangers six nights in a row hoping to get the stock answer and come across a gem, like the man who picked up the receiver and said Good night madam!