A pattern, a pattern, is there a pattern this time? He had a notion
there was a pattern. He is pretty sure there was one before but he was
having trouble remembering. The thing is...does he care? Does it even
matter? If only he had a brain that remembered things better...one of
those photographic brains that could recall things in exact order. He
signed the paper in front of him and then looked at his signature. Aha!
There it is! The pattern! With an air of relief Charles Chad Chapman
turned and walked out the door.
My first reaction was to giggle... but then, it seemed sad.
Either way, I like it.
Posted by: DawnP at July 10, 2005 8:04 PM