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Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Unassuming Sam

Not much is known about Sam. They think they know him.

He spends his day at work, enjoying cheap perks such as the occasional hot babe of the day award, which, we shall assume, is judged, rated, and ranked in that little space in between his ears and at the back of his eye balls. The rankings change as each day goes by. Or so we assume. Sam retires from work at the end of the day and retreats to a small dinner and then the confines of his humid room. End of yet another mediocrity. Which beckons for the next. And the next. Or so we assume.

Simplicity.
Brevity.
Sam.

Until one fateful day. That fateful day. A flurry of emotions. Chitchat torrents. Warm, cosy silence. Suddenly he felt that maybe, they're letting him in. They're letting him belong. He feels belonged.

Perhaps not much is known to Sam.

2 comments:

Chichi said...

sape ni sam person?

maefurriel said...

A figment of my observation.