Dream

I was in a cathedral, I’m not sure which one, but I guess it could have been the Roseau Cathedral here in Dominica. It was functioning as an exam hall and I, along with many others, was sitting at a small wooden school desk staring at a question paper. Apparently I had failed to register a specialist subject on which I would have been tested, so instead I had to take the default paper which was entitled ‘Tomatoes in the Bible.’ It seemed very unfair. I looked over to my left and an old woman was taking her test on the life and works of Stendhal which would have suited me fine. Instead I read my first question: ‘Jesus was fond of a good tomato but can you name his favourite variety ?’

I mean how can anyone sleep properly with dreams like this ?
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An afternoon stroll

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I took a walk around the neighbourhood today and headed up the mountain road to the north east. I saw a jaco parrot and a couple of agouti, and met a fellow who goes by the name of Roots. He gave me his spin on life and I gave him mine. I think we bonded fairly well, sitting on a pile of straw grass by the galvanised steel hut he uses to keep his farming implements dry. “I been to London,.” he said. “I liked it there. But them fellas always seem in a rush. No-one speakin. I still like to listen to the BBC news every morning though. I like all them detail and thing.”

On the walk back the rains returned but I didn’t mind. The air smelled fresh and hopeful.
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Late night shopping

I needed a few things for the morning so went to a late night shop in Goodwill. Inside it was heaving, despite the hour. I took my place in line and was grateful a wall-mounted TV was showing football from the opening day of the English Premier League. After a little while my view was obscured by a giant of a young man who stared down at me. He spoke in an American accent; a genuine rather than put-on one:

“Do you like Arsenal ? Are you an Arsenal fan ?”
“No, I’m not,” I replied.
“Do you hate Arsenal ?”
“I don’t hate anyone,” I smiled. “I just like football.”
“Are you a Man United fan ?”
“Yes, I am. I’m a Man United fan.”
“Good. That’s good,” he nodded. “I like you. You’re a good man.”

I smiled awkwardly, not really knowing what to say to that. His huge frame continued to fill my field of vision. On his T shirt were the words “I love chicksticks”.
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