Monday, 31 August 2009

The Haiku of Solace.

Wind tore at his hair and soul.
The storm raged in his heart.
He ate some cheese.
He felt Better.

(Better slapped him.)


Dread coursed through her.
Synapses tingled and sparked.
She ate some oatcakes.
She felt Old.

(Old didn't notice.)

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