We drifted somewhere into the Heart

by gurdeepmattu

There are competing mastheads in the sea of light

It was both bright and it was full of sadness, yes?  The two of us sat there betting on the price of gold, would it rise?  You say it rises but I don’t believe you half the time.  Each of us had three computer monitors and access to a limited, and now dwindling, investment fund.  The passage to India was now navigated on a modem, then a fibreoptic and now perhaps just in the Cloud.  I didn’t stop for a Coca-Cola.  I didn’t halt when I pushed the button and pulled the plug and many other idioms.

There is a Peacocks in Valetta.
A Deichmann in East Ham.

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