She wanted ketchup. He requested mayonnaise.
© Carl Burkitt 2014
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Knackered
Dennis won the marathon.
He was fucking knackered.
© Carl Burkitt 2014
Ninth
His saucer was now empty. Forever.
© Carl Burkitt 2014
Arc
The boy was fine. Then he wasn’t. The girl appeared. The boy got worse. Then he was fine.
© Carl Burkitt 2014
Déjà vu
The goldfish swam into the side of its tank, and felt a massive case of déjà vu.
© Carl Burkitt 2014
Man on the tube
On the tube today I saw man.
A man who looked like me.
An older me.
A man whose hair disliked his forehead.
A man with a face like one constantly suppressing a yawn.
A man whose eyes spoke more than his mouth.
A weather beaten man.
A people beaten man.
A humourless man delivering a warning.
On the tube today I saw a man.
A man who looked like me.
A man in my reflection.
© Carl Burkitt 2014
Distinctive style
Paula Radcliffe
ran for
so long,
her head
fell
off.
© Carl Burkitt 2014
Reputation
“Here lies Richard,”
Her husband’s tombstone read.
“Just like every day he was alive.”
© Carl Burkitt 2014
The first day of the rest of their lives
As Tommy bent down on one knee, Lilly smiled; relieved she’d never have to tie her son’s laces again.
© Carl Burkitt 2014
Ten to heartache
John-Paul’s watch broke
The second Mary dumped him;
The hands stuck
At constant disappointment.
© Carl Burkitt 2014
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