Book 9 of 16
Cancelling plans
Not tonight after all. Ways out that leave the invitation open, and ways out that do not.
822 verses across 30 chapters
A reading
- 1 I've said goodbye to enough people that leaving is now the polite option Concerning
- 2 I'd have to take a day off and I'm saving those Unverifiable
- 3 I need to be home before something arrives Concerning
- 4 I have to relieve somebody Concerning
- 5 Last time I was asked to carry something heavy and I've not forgotten Concerning
- 6 I've been asked to make a speech and I've declined the whole event instead Concerning
- 7 I can't face the drive back in the dark Unverifiable
- 8 My ride is leaving and it won't wait twice Unverifiable
- 9 I have used up all of my remaining anecdotes Concerning
- 10 There'll be photographs and I'm not photograph-ready Concerning
- 11 I've started it and stopping now would make it worse Concerning
- 12 I've been drafting a reply and the draft has grown Not reassuring
- 13 I've written it down, which is the first stage Concerning
- 14 There's a seating plan and I've been placed centrally Not reassuring
- 15 I've reached the stage where I'm agreeing with everybody Not reassuring
- 16 There's a window and it's closing Not reassuring
- 17 My notifications and I are on a break Concerning
- 18 I looked at it properly and it's a bigger job than either of us said Unverifiable
Where the rest of them are
- The Dwelling86
- Other People79
- Animals Have Plans78
- Fragments63
- The Mid-Century Register54
- Things Meant to Be Relaxing41
- Weather and Calendar33
- The Treachery of Objects25
- Escaping a Room25
- The Kitchen23
- Machines and Their Schedules22
- After Work22
- Relatives22
- Vaudeville Literalism22
- Waiting Rooms20
- Small Financial Emergencies20
- Going Dark19
- Arrangements19
- The Body Malfunctioning18
- The Yard17
- The Unwell13
- The Ceiling12
- Lapses of Mind12
- Officialdom12
- Errands12
- Devices12
- People Who Cannot Drive Themselves12
- Elsewhere11
- The Journey In10
- The Street8
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