Crinkled large shoulder bag carted by an older Malay, a maid possibly.
BLAND
LIFE
Huh!?…
The initial reading raised a twitch.
Turned out with some pivoting… & swivelling… the I… had been hidden in the folds… the B was a S.
Groan.
The other kind of minor wit was uncommon here; nonexistent in the manufactures.
It reminded 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... Stranded… on a desert-like landscape…one that in fact included waterfront of some ill-defined kind.
Unfortunately, rather apt for what the ancestral strip had become over, with the seeking budget tourists gadding about.
NOTHING the simple tag. The guy, the duck, had done his best. Gadded about, took in the sights, tried his darndest.
The water, sun, sand, games, ice-creams blotted out the dark, looming hills ringing all round.
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