He looked vaguely familiar although deep down I didn’t know who he was.

He invited me to play pass the parcel in a café on the outskirts of town which was for the most part Edinburgh but later Sydney.

We were joined by two others both of which had no recognisable features apart from a small mole below the chin.
My intention was to play one game win and leave without fuss out the back door
Although every time I tried to leave I was confronted with a mountain of chairs and tables blocking my path.

The only option was continue to a certain number of rounds, which coincidently would later equate to the letter L
My life was becoming complicated by the second
I had won for the fifth time in succession with five union jack hats pilled on top of my head I decided enough was enough

As I stood up the hem of my trouser leg caught the table
As the table toppled over I realised that I had made a mistake
I had now become a fugitive from my own insanity
Nothing behind me nothing in front of me

But everywhere I looked
I saw myself
Everywhere I went
I was confronted with sheer panic
and indecision.

This must be the end
of all the conversations
I have ever had.

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