Spongia Tosta
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Spongia Tosta frolicked around in the ocean, body surfing the collapsed white wash waves having the time of his life, oblivious to the cold, dry wind. He would pay for his frivolity later. Venturing into the ocean the day after a huge storm was positively dangerous to the health, the run off from the gutters and roads brought much pollution to the ocean and signs along the beach announced this fact. And Spongia should have known better as history revealed that he had always been worse for cold, dry wind.
Two days later back at work after the weekend the debt was paid. Spongia’s throat felt raw and there was a burning sensation in his larynx, and his voice was hoarse and course which was a concern to Spongia as he worked for the emergency service (000) answering phones all day long, and his profession necessitated constant talk to people in a state of emergency. Most of his colleagues had worked for the State/Government for too many years to count, the only numbers they cared for was the count down in years to retirement. And they had over time become complacent and desensitised (as Spongia like to call it) with regard to the, more often than not, frantic caller on the other end of the line At the end of their working day his colleagues tidied their desks, pens in a straight line and they left the office and their work behind. With thoughts of evening meals they cared not for the plight of the person on the end of the phone. But that was not the case for Spongia, he had become hypersensitive to the caller’s dire situations. His anxiety levels had increased ten fold since starting the job, his heart was evident to that, he experienced frightening pains in the region of his heart whenever his anxiety tipped the scales......................
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