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WALK

The big muscular Indian lazes about in the Mumbai heat.

Closing his eyes against the sun he dozes, thoughts come

and go, one sticks in his head. His time in England a few years ago

working in a factory with many different types of people.

He sighs, a grimace settles on his features. 

His thinks of the karate contest, a little too serious. 

He plays the fight thru in his mind. Thinking of someone

he had a rivalry with, whose nunchucks he used to practice with,

over whom he used to dream of defeating.

If only I had gotten him into a winning position.

Spirited fight, this way and that. Move and counter move, finally over. 

He opens his eyes and starts the engine of his overpriced Fiesta mini cab.

Work had to be done…

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