Hi there, butterfly!
One, two, three and four and five.
Eye, eye, eye, eye, eye.
Another creative writing work project, using a photographic prompt produced by Johan Walter Bantz http://www.flickr.com/photos/johannwalterbantz/
Loosely based on the rhyme pattern and meter of the classic poetry verse from Jack the Giant Killer (Jack and the Beanstalk):
I smell the blood of an Englishman,
Be he alive, or be he dead
I’ll grind his bones to make my bread.
Right there in front
Of the till machine
Laughs out loud
H’gives me a fright
Asks if he caught me “Ain’t that right?”
(This was a light, short piece of creative writing I shared with others where I work, prompted by a photograph taken by http://zachrowlandson.com/)
Soho, London: It’s a little after midday, fairly busy, the lunch time attracting customers. It is also my first day as a newly qualified spy for MI6. During the morning, I’d blended effortlessly into the background. Or at least, I’d thought I had. Now I realise, this wasn’t the case.Continue reading “Reverse Following”