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Great Expectations
Strolling along through Gumgulli Park where shadows of trees made it quite dark. Absorbing birdsong filling the air, taking in beauty with barely a care. Some people were out walking their dog, others were passing me out on a jog. Quite a few kids were kicking a ball, and noisy miners were having a brawl. And there on a seat alone in the park I saw the figure of one Basil Clarke, sitting alone and just staring ahead with a look so forlorn and nothing said. So I thought it best to comfort the man. I sat beside Basil to help how I can. The first question I asked to ease the bumps - “How come you’re looking down in the dumps?” Basil declared that on three weeks ago, an uncle died that he barely did know, but in uncle’s will it opened his eyes, for ten thousand dollars was a surprise. I gave my condolence for Basil’s loss, even though I’m sure he don’t give a toss, so I wished him well for his good luck, but Basil’s reply left me dumbstruck. “I’m just getting started” Basil bemoaned, “Just two weeks ago I was telephoned; a cousin I barely knew curled up his toes. His twenty thousand helped with my woes.” You must have been over the moon I said. Basil shrugged and just nodded his head. I was slightly shocked at Basils’ reaction - his depression was just gaining traction. “And just last week my grandpa passed away, and they read out his will in the usual way. I got one hundred grand from the old coot” and all of a sudden Basil went mute. I was quietly shocked with Basil now numb, so I asked Basil why he’s looking glum, and Basil’s response had a horrible ring, “Well this week there is nothing – not a thing!”
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