My Diary: The Collapse

I fluttered my wings early while hanging in a clear plastic bag from the bedroom ceiling.‭ ‬I then returned to writing secret messages on the back of postage stamps‭ ‬-‭ ‬which came as some relief.‭ ‬Later,‭ ‬I walked at least half a mile with an old fashioned galvanised bath hanging like the Sword of Damocles over the top of my head.‭ ‬It was only when I touched the door handle that it inverted.

The Collapse

The Collapse

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