that moment when a group pose, noble in intent and widely-tweeted, most surely ill-advised, takes on a vulgar, crass, probably sexist, sniggeringly funny new interpretation in my own mind, that I can’t unsee or unthink, and I’m at a loss as to where or how I can give in to the almost irresistible urge to share said image and its new interpretation in such a way as to minimise any offense caused, and to limit the opprobrium (I looked this word up) that would surely rain down upon me, knowing I should not give in because no good will come of sharing it, except for the blessed, if momentary, catharsis of course.

THE
END


...
 
...
...
That moment when
(from Fragments of writing)
by Chris Gathercole
http://stories.upthebuzzard.com, RSS
published: 28 March 2017
...
This work is licensed under a
Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.
...