Crinkled

 

Crinkled large shoulder bag passing in front, carted by an older Malay, a maid possibly.

        BLAND

          LIFE

         Huh!?

         The initial reading made the observer perk up.

         Turned out with some pivoting & swivelling the I had been hidden in the folds and the B was a S.

         Groan. The other kind of minor wit was uncommon here; nonexistent in the manufactures. 

         It did remind of a Brit lager lad type’s tee down on the Montenegrin coast earlier in the year. Carried on the rear in that case. A cartoon human figure like the Duck in more youthful years was caught, stranded it appeared, on a desert-like landscape that was in fact waterfront of some ill-defined kind. Unfortunately, rather apt for what the ancestral strip had become over there with the seeking budget tourists. 

         NOTHING, the simple tag. 

         All the fun-loving water focus, with its games and behaviours, blotted out almost entirely the dark, looming hills ringing round.