The water is so clear that I can see the crocodiles beneath – hungry, monstrous, wicked – showing no intent to hide themselves. A few stranded passengers from a sunken ship await their fate on the island. They hope for an airlift but it does not happen. The only way back is through water, and the small boats are sure to be overturned by the monsters.
“What are you writing at this hour? Is there something bothering you?” I ask my son who looks depressed.
“Mom, the company has been taken over by a new management. There may be layoffs next week.”
Clever, Reena… the subconscious always finds the right symbol…
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Agree. Thanks!
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Reblogged this on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo and commented:
First in this week..
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