AUT Master of Creative Writing Thesis Exegesis - Scholarly ...
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 />
She waited for Jyoti to nod, looking down on her.<br />
‘The most important thing you’ll learn here,’ she said, flicking her<br />
fingers at the cleaner and looking around for the right words, ‘is that a tidy<br />
desk… begets the best. A-ti dy-desk be-gets the-best.’ Her smile came<br />
back. ‘I started out a cleaner dear, I don’t know if Danal told you that.’<br />
She looked down at Danal’s desk. There were swamps <strong>of</strong> c<strong>of</strong>fee. The<br />
Whitewash folder had been ravaged. She picked it up and tapped it on<br />
the countertop until there was order. A frown avalanched onto her brow.<br />
‘Have they not cleaned here?’<br />
‘Mrs Manager please I am telling Danny I clean last night he put the<br />
feet on the desk.’<br />
Danal was shaking his head. He revolved his chair to face away from<br />
Jyoti. The Manager was looking into Danal’s brown eyes. He blinked for<br />
her satisfaction. ‘Are we under control?’<br />
‘Think so. Yellow Pages online's where you wanna go if you wanna<br />
get us some other cleaners. Or Ferret.'<br />
‘You get the price down?’<br />
‘I will do, D-defo. Got the list <strong>of</strong> flaws to give them, too.’ He nodded at<br />
her to affirm his remark.<br />
The Manager poked the dead snacks in the World Vision box. Before<br />
lumbering away, she said with her hand cupped around her mouth, 'The<br />
budget dinner – you people alright with butter chicken?'<br />
Danal calmly released his response.<br />
‘Defo.'<br />
She went back to her <strong>of</strong>fice, fingering the Institute’s walls as she<br />
walked and inspecting her fingertips. She stopped halfway down the<br />
corridor and stared at her hands. She disappeared into the ladies toilets<br />
and there was the sound <strong>of</strong> water running.<br />
Danny’s feet went back on the desk. He unbuttoned his business shirt<br />
in a hurry, as if he were about to fuck Jyoti, and unleashed Ché.<br />
‘What hours d’yous do last night? Not that you guys are in trouble or<br />
nothing.’<br />
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