Everyone is tiny

I’m stood between two men. The shoulders of
the guy to my left are almost wider than a door,
the man on my right has a chair-sized head.
The conversational jigsaw pieces they’re throwing
around the lift build the picture that they’re
colleagues on their way to a 4th floor meeting.
I forgot my laptop! Shoulders says.
Christ, me too! Head says. Dan’s gonna kill us.
The nervous silence is unbearable.
Just knock him out, I try, chuckling.
No way, Head says. You should see the size of him.

© Carl Burkitt 2020

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