shoulder; I turned my head to the left, and tried to remove the rotting meat fat that was hanging of my jacket. “Are you OK?” he asked. “Yes, yes, I’m fine, just a little accident earlier this morning and I haven’t had
time to… but now its imperative that I have my visitor’s pass…I mean…” He handed me the card, and I stormed away from the counter down the stairs
to the computer room. The doors opened, and all the heads remained fixed at the bright screens. Thank goodness. I sat down and entered JOHN JONES into Google. Useless, unless I thought that my father was the drummer from Led Zeppelin, the Illinois State Senator, the New Zealand Whaler, the Welsh poet, the Welsh preacher, the Welsh Writer, or the Welsh Philosopher, and none of them looked like me when I conducted an image search. I rested my head on my arms, which smelt terribly. I couldn’t remember the last
time I’d slept, washed or eaten properly. I started getting electric shocks through my brain. When I moved my eyes, I felt terrible dizzy and when I turned my head it was like my brain was turning a few seconds later, like a nut in a shell. My body started twitching and tears started to run down my cheek and dripped, dripped onto the J key. I couldn’t remember what my life was when my mother was alive. I stood up and kicked my chair backwards. It squeaked and screeched across the floor and into the young lad sitting behind me. “Watch, you crazy bitch!” Crazy? I thought. Crazy? I tried to open my mouth but nothing came out, and I
just stood there, frozen, floating heads staring back at me, waiting, and waiting for my next move. I could hear the mechanical neck of the security camera turn. I fetched the chair and sat back down. I typed oimreiwrncoiemxj,asjdcwimefjxewifhybvdsncj’iosenxicj widohfeoiau,]powqzam`-]xmeidwj42873r5y7ewoin r urm r niomuiur4uirw mficsjf nuilsd jcfni;oewur ‘I;ew md’c;lhj9ewiojdsmi cuyemwids…. for two hours solid..
“Hello.” Leanne peered over my shoulder, “No luck then, yet?” she asked, looking at the screen I was looking at. I tried to shake life into my head. Wake up you fool, wake up. I was so delighted to see her. I was able to communicate again and said, “I just keep on hitting brick walls. I know I have only been searching for a couple of days, but I just know it’s a lost cause. I mean what chance do I have of finding a man in Wales called John Jones? I’m beginning to think that my mother is looking down on me, laughing at her not-so funny joke. John Jones, JOHN JONES! It must be a joke.” I breathed out and Leanne touched me on my shoulder with her young hand. I took the hand in mine. She didn’t care, or notice, or say anything about the way I looked, or smelt.
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