The thrifty man was thrifty. Not just with his monies, but also his funnies. The thrifty man died, all alone at fifty.
© Carl Burkitt 2015
The thrifty man was thrifty. Not just with his monies, but also his funnies. The thrifty man died, all alone at fifty.
© Carl Burkitt 2015
‘Remember our kiss?’ he said.
‘Er no!’ she said.
‘I’ll ask again tomorrow…’ he winked.
‘HA HA HA!’ she said & snogged his face off.
© Carl Burkitt 2015
The Londoner missed his FUCKING BUS. He waited for two more minutes and got on the next one.
© Carl Burkitt 2014
A bankrupt Dale Winton rearranged his Lidl name badge, picked up his broom and laughed at life’s ironies.
© Carl Burkitt 2014
She finished combing his silver hair, gently kissed his forehead, then softly closed the lid.
© Carl Burkitt 2014
Dennis won the marathon.
He was fucking knackered.
© Carl Burkitt 2014
The boy was fine. Then he wasn’t. The girl appeared. The boy got worse. Then he was fine.
© Carl Burkitt 2014
The goldfish swam into the side of its tank, and felt a massive case of déjà vu.
© Carl Burkitt 2014
“Here lies Richard,”
Her husband’s tombstone read.
“Just like every day he was alive.”
© Carl Burkitt 2014
As Tommy bent down on one knee, Lilly smiled; relieved she’d never have to tie her son’s laces again.
© Carl Burkitt 2014