Monday, March 24, 2008

Get Up, Stand Up




“Winston got fired from his job as a night security officer.” Felicia said this in an even, matter-of-fact tone but she was watching Harold’s reactions carefully.

“What did he do?” Harold continued to peel away the ‘return to publisher for pulping’ stickers on the three cases of novels from the local bookshop.

“He took his mum’s old nightie in to work and made a union banner out of it: ‘No Automatons Here’ and they sacked him.”

“She was big woman, as I recall.” Harold peeled off another sicker and “On what grounds did they fire him?”

Felicia snorted. “Gross negligee.”

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