preggers

So I wake up this morning slouched on my
foam futon gawking up at the wallpapering

I had done the day previous. I hear a
clamour at the front door and the dog bark; it must be post.

For some bizarre reason I strangely
expecting something, so I got out of bed and went down

stairs to collect the post. There was a
letter for my Dad, the periodical Sky TV guide that no

one ever opens, an early 21st birthday for
myself and a big brown envelope with he words,

‘here’s trouble for later’ written on the
back. Immediately I thought of Michael Whitby,

my friend from Hale.

I vigilantly opened the envelope expecting
some long written proposal for some gallery. However….

When I do open it a vast amount of porn
falls out, all painstakingly cut out

of magazines and newspapers. I then thought
‘that Michael and his silly ideas….’

Initially I didn’t know what to do with it
all, I thought it was all just a joke,

til I got to the back of the pile
where I found a folded piece of paper…. On it was these words [above].

If you are James please contact me on

amalanwilliams@hotmail.com as id like to speak to you.

But I imagine the whole thing is just
Michael pretending to be ‘James’

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