True Worth

sitting with his legs apart raised up by the knees and his head slightly bent over like a Bushman up against a rock with hands rolling some or other desert leaf, his concentration never wavered from the cellular device he clicked his message on simply sweet someone sprinkled icing sugar in the aircon Sally Sweeny managed to fool like the entire planet ‘if you’re not selling them they're selling you’ her personal motto and who wants to get sold down the river? ‘certainly not me’ thought sweet Sally Sweeny I rock I rule I’m eminently cool the king of… my own delusions definitely a legend only in his own mind still boasting at forty about what he did in his prime there’s no telling this guy I mean he is the proof! she watched the grains of sand fall as if one by one through the hourglass of Time as entire lives passed by bl u r ry benign but for a few the ones who recognised the worth of what is true