A short story entitled ‘A Life With a Hole’
Only at night did the sweets in the corner shop come alive and begin to engage in confectionery-talk. ‘I’m bored,’ sighed the wine gum who never stopped moaning.
‘You don’t know what a hard life is,’ snapped the rock, red with rage and annoyed with the wine gum’s constant carping.
‘Hard life? You should try mine!’ sneered the acid drop, bitterly, prompting the gobstopper’s usual response in the form of a request for everyone to ‘shut it!’
Keen to inject a more positive note, the bull’s-eye spoke up. ‘What each of you needs is something to aim for, a target in life.’
‘That’s all very well,’ came a plaintive cry from under the counter. ‘I’ve nothing to aim for. I go round in circles. Something is missing at the centre. One might describe it as having “a hole in one”. Who’d be a polo?’
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