The yellow elephant has mirrors on it. It stares deeply into my soul as I wash my hands with pink soap that smells of medicinal roses.
The elephant also has a defective eye. The eye has a slightly blue tumour at the edge, giving the elephant a perpetual teary, depressed expression. Its stomach has a blue concentric circle, also lined with mirrors. The trunk has an orange outline, uneven and untidy. The yellow of the trunk is fading, leaving white diseased spots in some places. The tail always catches my attention. It’s a bright green with tentacles, like an octopus or an animated coconut tree. It’s almost like the tail was created last and in an attempt to squeeze in some eccentricity before it was over.
They move the elephant around sometimes. They sometimes place him over the umbrella rack or the hand drier. He doesn’t look any less depressed though. The blue tumour keeps getting more intimidating by the passing day.
In the nights, while the office is quiet and the washroom is shut and dry, the yellow elephant comes out and walks around. He sprays the bathroom with water and trots about on his bejewelled feet.
In the morning, the cleaning staff wonders why the floor is wet despite the washroom being shut for the night. The elephant looks on sagely.
The elephant also has a defective eye. The eye has a slightly blue tumour at the edge, giving the elephant a perpetual teary, depressed expression. Its stomach has a blue concentric circle, also lined with mirrors. The trunk has an orange outline, uneven and untidy. The yellow of the trunk is fading, leaving white diseased spots in some places. The tail always catches my attention. It’s a bright green with tentacles, like an octopus or an animated coconut tree. It’s almost like the tail was created last and in an attempt to squeeze in some eccentricity before it was over.
They move the elephant around sometimes. They sometimes place him over the umbrella rack or the hand drier. He doesn’t look any less depressed though. The blue tumour keeps getting more intimidating by the passing day.
In the nights, while the office is quiet and the washroom is shut and dry, the yellow elephant comes out and walks around. He sprays the bathroom with water and trots about on his bejewelled feet.
In the morning, the cleaning staff wonders why the floor is wet despite the washroom being shut for the night. The elephant looks on sagely.
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