Pigeon problems 4/5

William Parker, or ‘Old Willum’ as he was known in the village, was standing outside his carting business office looking up and down the road, waiting anxiously for his driver to arrive for work.

Alfred and his dreams.

He was a little man, the kind who pretended not to notice people like you, and the smirks behind your smiles. When you came knocking, banging on his door, demanding payment. A simple,

Breakfast.

In the morning, I crack eggs into a pan. I stand and watch the golden suns sizzle in fat. I want them sunny side down, The yellow slammed into the heat. I think of baby chickens,

Shyness.

Through my mind the words flew, tightly ordered in tiny parachutes. In bite sized clusters, easy, simple. And now I watch, the parachutes fall apart.

Invective Epilogue

You are seized by your own defeat, cornered, maimed by the wolves, your subjects, who feed on the air where your soul once existed. (Now imprisoned)

CHAPTER 4 - GLADIATORS - Part 2

Cullen sat in the sand and grass out side the city of Aluhet just before dawn. Abd and the other were all with him and they had a plan.
Cherry

At the Brothel Writing the Alphabet

For all you vegetarians.

Who are the best players...

When does boredom set in and that “niche heart ache” begin? Who are the best players the women...? Or the men in their hot cauldron...?

I'll love you all this world and back...

I'll love you all this world and back.... Till this feeling never goes away... till all these stars in the heavens have collided into star-dust within your fiery loving eyes.

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