Morning Madness

“Is everything alright, darling? What on earth are you looking at?” she asked.  Her husband had been looking steadily at the power socket midway up the kitchen wall, toast in hand, for the past fifteen minutes or so.  “Nothing, nothing at all” he replied, captivated by the darkness of the holes and the mystery of what he couldn’t see beyond.



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