RISQUE REVUE

The door slams shut. Receding echoes bounce off the rafters. Window blinds lifted up, curtains pulled back, sunshine drifts in without a mote of dust (well, almost) hanging in the beams. The place positively sparkles, and bravely too. The happy cleaners have departed. A moment's respite.
And then.
The door swings back open, the sound of shuffling feet, as if some slight struggle accompanies the action, with satisfaction.
And then there it is. A new trophy placed upon the case.
A pause for the cause, and then a quick retreat to the beat of hasty feet.
Work to be done yet, I'll bet.






Captain Midnight
Just let me laugh when it's funny
and when it's sad, let me cry