Cock Up

When the wheels of justice fall off the chariot

Damian Clarke
Jul 23, 2020 · 5 min read

I had been in the room for three hours. I was glad I’d brought a book to read.

A woman wearing a backstage pass entered, looked at me, was surprised, checked carefully for anyone else in the quite small, obviously empty room, and backed out slowly. She returned with the man who had showed me into the room that morning. He scanned the empty room and pointed me out to her. This time they both backed out slowly.