Sport 19: Lightworks
Everyone Picks Their Nose But Nobody Talks About It
He said that he was leaving but then he remembered. It was the rain that reminded him, letting itself gently down upon the trees as he had let himself down upon her, relieved and suddenly shy that she had seen now all of his nakedness. He recalled that when he was five he had wet his pants and had to stand in front of the class. That teacher was a lady, he had wanted to hit her. For a brief moment he pictured himself as an animal, a hairy hump-backed animal who picked his nose in public toilets and wiped it on the wall. He was certainly not of her class. He was a weak and feeble man who said that he was leaving and never did.