The spokesman walked brusquely up the wooden stair case in the wee hours of the morning brandishing his half eaten roast Tilapia. The bone framework was a vivid display of the excellence with which he was undertaking the surgery. He slumped to his seat, his eyes casually looking round the room where his friends spoke in low tones with others drifting to sleep while others still like him, the love balm and the stethoscope reflected in solitude. Continue reading “Doh-Ray-Mi” →