Day 306 of 2026
“Frozen Mid-Sentence, Then the Pool”
Lolly, 14:10.
It has been a lolly for eleven minutes
and is now a coloured puddle with a stick in it.
The minister is still explaining.
His mouth is open on the word we were waiting for.
Nobody waits. A shout,
a slap of water, the word
never arrives, and the afternoon buffers on.