snowyday Posted August 30, 2011 Share Posted August 30, 2011 And then there was the man who, after twenty-odd years, was finally being released, cured, from a mental institution. The great day dawned. His going-away clothes laid out, he stood shaving. At the precise moment that he bent down to rinse his razor, the mirror over the washstand took leave of it’s moorings, slid to the basin, and bounced on the floor. Straightening, the chap gazed at the expanse of blank wall, then threw his razor down and started shaking clenched fists. Tears streaming down his face, he sobbed: “Look what I’ve gone and done! Half my life I’ve spent in this place, and the day I get out. I have to go and cut my head off!†* * * snowyday Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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