Tuesday, May 12, 2009

No Money for Old Rope 3.

I know you've all been refreshing this page for the last week, waiting and wondering when the next installment of my Opus will appear. Well I can answer your question now, because I've posted it now.

No Money for Old Rope.
Part Three: As the sun rises on a September morn.


ARRRRGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!. ‘Same nightmare again?’ Frank thought to him-self, he rubbed his bold head. It was the same every-time, he would sit down in front of BBC 1’s Eastenders, a drama Frank liked because it involved people like him-self so he could relate to it. Then just as the theme music kicked in the television would inexplicitly turn off. He would spend the rest of the dream smashing his fist against the screen whilst crying; it was then he would wake up screaming.

Frank pulled him-self out of bed. It was still dark out side and he had to be at work in a few hours. But dare he go back to bed and risk having that dream again?
‘No’.
He got up out of bed and thought about his favourite Eastenders moments.
Like when Dot said ‘Far be it from me to interfere’ Frank laughed to him-self.
“Dot. Always sticking her nose in other peoples business.” Or when Phil thought he might be Gay. Or when Sandra thought the Billy was cheating on her but Billy was taking extra dance classes so he could treat Sandra on her birthday and so she followed him one night but got mugged and Billy found her beaten on the side of the road and he picked her up and took her to the hospital and when she recovered he called her a ‘Tart’.

Frank sat back on the bed, he didn’t feel like going to work, he didn’t even feel like going to Caffe Nero. It was the lowest point in Franks’ life. But somehow Frank knew that everything would be O.K from now on. Or would it? Properly it would he thought to him-self. But too soon? No.

The End.

Well, there you have it. It took three entire weeks of my life, it drove me to drink and drugs and almost killed me to finish. But here it is finished. All for your entertainment. Some call it my masterpiece, but I'm sure I will top it sooner or later.

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