This week’s words: Prevalent Glib (readily fluent, often thoughtlessly, superficially, or insincerely so) Amble Choke Morass (any confusing or troublesome situation, especially one from which it is difficult to free oneself; entanglement; a marsh or bog) Cement Mesh Sonder (the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own.) Aquiver ( trembling) Gangway (a passageway, a narrow walkway) Shrinkage Court
Johnny Mason was a reliable man when faced with the sheer morass of meaning in life, the countless complications of running a business that relied on loyalty, Johnny was the man to call on when in need.
He was the sort man that when the going got tough the tough ran for fear that when faced with the prospect of fronting Johnny and every glib excuse had been made there would only be one outcome and it usually went in his favour.
He was known as a master of the use of cement and mesh, as a safe method by which incriminating evidence could disappear without a trace.
He was a man whose presence would set you aquiver, when you might well have been a stable calm person Johnny’s appearance at your door was often enough to make you choke on whatever it was you had in your mouth, even your own tongue.
So it came as no surprise to learn that he really thought everyone else’s life was as sonder as his. Where he dealt in pain and persuasion he thought the rest of us had our own versions of this, albeit in slightly less colour than him.
When Johnny ambled down the street he gave the impression that if the street was busy you’d hear people shouting ‘gangway’ in order to make room for him to go about his business.
It was prevalent in our town for people to see Johnny and stand back to admire his form, his manhood was something no one doubted and the swooning of women in his presence was something to behold as none ever shrunk from him, in fact he was known amongst the women who knew him best as the non-shrinkage man.
We never doubted his prowess and even when he attended court the magistrates treated him with an unusual respect more so than the highbrow lawyers who addressed him so often.
He was straight shooting, he never missed his mark, his quiet ambling manner gave off an air of a morass free brain, that left you choking in the wake of the air he left behind.