Tear

Do some quick groceries in Clare, then cycle towards Burra.

I can not get off my bike. My shorts are stuck to the seat.

I can not dismount.

I can not unhook the shorts either.

And I can not sit down for ever.

So, dismount anyway.

Torn shorts will have to be.

I hear how the shorts tear all the way.

I can not avoid reality.

So I am off shopping.

At night, out of town I look at the damage.

It is big, top to bottom.

Next day I buy a small blue towel.

I patch the shorts with it.

The result is a true work of art.

You really have to know where to look to see the former hole.

It takes time to discover a bit of the blue terrytowling.

Done.

I can walk the streets in Burra as the best dressed man in town.