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, caught here. 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 gadding about.
NOTHING, the simple, sufficient tag below.
All the fun-loving water focus, with its games and behaviours, blotted out almost entirely the dark, looming hills ringing round.
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