Empty Nest.
She smooths the bed.
Inches a photograph into place.
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Encounter or The Night I Saved The World.
I was talking to an alien. Small and smooth was he.
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Eventide.
The tide of sleep rolls in.
Fills the coves of my mind.
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Eyes Locked.
Eyes locked. Hands ready.
Co-ordination honed.
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Eyes of the Forest.
The old road...winds. Twists.
Sinuously slithers. Gravel scatters
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Fairground.
Kaleidoscope of movement.
Whirls. Swoops. Air coiled
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