short won’t last long

short, snappy sentences, said sponge, get you places.
do you think so, said breadroll.
yes, said sponge, anyway, they’ll shorten the wait for the end.
they’ll be through the report in no time and want another one.

a new day lasts as long as the old one

if you think you’ve been here before, you’re right, said sponge, but it won’t help. the end of the platform is just its beginning. you’ll take it from there; you’ll move on.
the setting of the train station’s shopping mall provides an impressive backdrop for these words. it was an ordinary shopping mall. shops and drunks and security staff. time drawn to thin lines, ringing in the breath of the passer-by. lashings, beatings, joy and sadness. bitterness.
bitterness adds negativity to the setting, said breadroll, though people ought to be positive. about things and stuff.

a message at last

a squat lady placed herself in front of sponge.
are you the one they are all talking about? the famous one, from the internet?
yes, said sponge, i assume …
you’re an idiot, you know that?
well, said sponge.
you got that? because i won’t say it again. she left.
we would have liked to hear it again though.

some minutes last for hours

there we go, said breadroll.
we didn’t move so far, said sponge. breathe in breathe out. that was a tough one nonetheless. who is doing the minutes?

last attempt

why don’t we kill 1 bird with 2 stones, said sponge.
that, said block of wood, still would leave us with the problem where to get stones.
as they are a maturity, said breadroll.
minority, said block of wood.
minority, said breadroll.
utilising them would, said block of wood, rather could result in racial tension.
let alone the ban on smoking , said breadroll.
exactly, said block of wood.
i see, said sponge, is there any coffee left?
plenty, said breadroll.

© the Book of Sponge and Others.