CustomsA Story by Pete O'ConnorSandra leaned in towards Mike, “How about this one?” She nodded in the direction of an unassuming middle aged man dragging his luggage behind him. “Yeah, sure,” Mike replied, barely looking up from a pile of forms. “Excuse me sir, could you just step over here for a moment please?” The man looked at Sandra for a second and stepped over to the customs desk. “We just need you to look at this form and tell us if you have anything to declare.” The man nodded and studied the piece of paper on the desk, before looking up and staring at nothing in particular. “Sir, do you have anything to declare?” Sandra prompted. Looking at the ground, the man released a sigh before meeting Sandra’s gaze. “I think I’ve probably wasted my life.” © 2016 Pete O'ConnorReviews
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