Badger appeared slowly from his set. Sniffing the fresh morning air he had a rather pleasant and leisurely scratch and considered the day ahead.
Flo and Darren plan a dirty weekend away…
You need to be careful when you go into the woods…
No lies, it’s about precisely nothing
Just an idea about a girl in the rain. I worked backwards from the ending.
Only occasionally did the fat bottomed girl come to ride him, so for the most part he was rather content.
Imagine if you will, London, 1887.
Consider if you will, how easily a message is transformed by a casually mis-typed emoji.
The point of these? I cant remember to be honest, I think perhaps it’s turning into a defiling of the haiku form really.
Originally posted on Afterwards:
Only the?incessant scratch scratch scratch of quill on parchment breaks the stony?silence.? Head down, failing eyes…