a man walked out of a door and on to a street.
his name was oliver jones.
he stood on the pavement and watched the world go by.
a bird flew across the sky.
oliver had no desire to be the bird, rather than himself.
the bird disappeared, and the sky was empty.
it was not a very hot or very cold day.
there were no clouds in the sky.
oliver’s best friend was named ferdinand.
it had been many years since oliver had thought of ferdinand.
that is just the way it is sometimes.
oliver had never been to india.
or hung out with the cool crowd.
but he liked ice in his drinks.
and lettuce and tomato sandwiches on multigrain bread.
he did not ask a lot from life, or from his fellow humans.
oliver never argued about anything.
he checked the time on his phone - he did not want to be late for the meeting.
he wore a plain red t shirt under his blue sports coat.
his girl friend’s name had been samantha.
he thought of her almost every day.
this is monday, he thought, i do not want to be late for the meeting.
he got himself in gear and moved on down the street.
there is a time for everything.
you never know what might happen.
although usually, nothing does.
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