AUT Master of Creative Writing Thesis Exegesis - Scholarly ...
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<strong>AUT</strong> <strong>Master</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Creative</strong> <strong>Writing</strong> 2008<br />
Shorty © Michael Botur 2009<br />
‘Anyway, you guys’ve been here a month and you’re under our wing,<br />
so we’re just tightening… our wing. And yous’ve gotta get yourselves on<br />
Bebo pronto, to help out your residency thing, which is gonna be an<br />
issue, coz <strong>of</strong> India being a subcontinent and not a country. I’m expecting<br />
to take the fall for that.’<br />
Jyoti kept her head lowered and played with her cut finger.<br />
‘Well, yous’re welcome. It’s just – take care <strong>of</strong> yourselves, get rid <strong>of</strong><br />
that franchise fee. On that note… ’ He gave Jyoti a handful <strong>of</strong> business<br />
cards. ‘Oi, do you have my card?' Running through the Institute logo, the<br />
cards read Danal Keerthisingh – Reception / Personal Assistant to the<br />
Manager. Danal had been changed to Danny on every card, crossed out<br />
with a biro. Keerthisingh was scribbled out entirely.<br />
‘How do you pernounce this shit anyway?’ he asked her.<br />
She explained to him, ‘This is Keer-ta-sing. Keerthisingh. Tamil from<br />
Sri Lanka.’<br />
Danny looked like he disagreed, and mumbled his name to himself.<br />
The Manager opened her <strong>of</strong>fice door and trotted down the hall. Danal<br />
scrambled on his desktop, found a piece <strong>of</strong> chewing gum and savaged it.<br />
Stale air leaked out from the Manager’s <strong>of</strong>fice. Flowers withered in her<br />
<strong>of</strong>fice, although the plastic ones thrived. She had a masterly air<br />
conditioning system, which pumped her hand-me-down air into<br />
Reception.<br />
She wore an invisible cape which held her shoulders back and her<br />
chin up, but she studied the carpet with her eyes at the same time. She<br />
flicked her fingers and adjusted her rings. She said as she approached<br />
Danny, 'My keyboard is filthy, it’s dirtying my hands. Are the cleaners not<br />
certified?'<br />
She placed her fingertips on the reception countertop, then shifted the<br />
snack box and its <strong>of</strong>f-putting Indians to one side. She reached over the<br />
desk and plucked the RECEPTION sign from Danal’s In Tray. She put it<br />
in its place. She toed the carpet, where there was a whitish patch.<br />
‘Turns out they’re not on Bebo,’ Danal said, ‘haven’t tried Facebook<br />
yet though.’ His legs were well under his desk. The Manager couldn’t see<br />
his working class jeans. Whitewash’s cleaning advertisement was on the<br />
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