with the lights out avocado i love avocado enough, to get married to it. here comes the bride, short, brown and wide, and beneath that shy, goosebump skin, a creamy, green yellow

man with broom for head at first, as i boarded the bus in a confusion of sunlight, i thought it was a large moustache, bristles trimmed neat and tight, like the might of the military.

the sea hog at noon cool blue, revealed in waves asunder. grey beard shingle weeps toward an embrace, the shifting water rolls abroad; the gentlest of marauders.

Another installment of How God helped me again.

'...Care in the Community...?

Unfortunately for Ferris, the current incumbent of the puddle, this meant that Dorsal’s full weight was now on his perfectly square buttocks and head leaving him with no option other than to drown.

“Now whatever does Eve want this time,” said Mary, as her neighbour came through the side gate between their houses and walked towards the kitchen door.

My entry into the Haruki Murakami competition. Didn't win...