people

Another lunchtime, another spare moment and something off the cuff.

My mind works on images, I am an image machine and thinking about what to write an image returned to me of the last stag night I was on. Even when drunk the mind snaps away.

I take after my dad in that I don't like crowds, which is another way of perhaps saying I don't like the majority of people unless they have character and I have the opportunity of finding it. Something which is dead in the water when it comes to a crowd.

“Are you hear to buy or what?”, Jason huffed, twisting his neck to relieve the tension which was building up.

“Yeah but two thousand is too much”

John or whatever his real name was beginning to get on Jason’s nerves. It was a one minute deal and now the man wanted to barter.

“How about one and a half. Got the cash here and now”.

Maybe he was a cop.

John threw a bulging white envelope onto the table.

”Deal or no deal”, John said smirking.

“Deal, take her”, said Jason gesturing towards the crying woman crouched in the corner.